tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39604112011-04-21T14:49:21.685-07:00cognitive views...<em>"She wonders of with bliss...
a pair of wings taking her to flight ...
neither stopping not even to hide....
from the world of mangled fury
uncovering her eyes..that piercing sight...
abominal monstrosity's devouring plight
taken away from the creature's eyes...
the innocence from a hundred myths...
ye gods behold.......
....... the bruisefairy"</em>
bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comBlogger241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-1098984620557039762004-10-28T10:17:00.000-07:002004-10-28T10:30:20.556-07:00heading for home
...great...finally heading for home after many months of exhaustion and stress...not to mention fun fun and lots of it!!!great..really...nothing beats the ultimate feeling of anticipation and excitement. I am in awe of the overwhelming flow of longing and belonging. The Phillies may sound abit "abstruse" but hell yeah...I miss it...more than I'll miss any other thing in any bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-1094641133951588062004-09-08T03:48:00.001-07:002004-09-17T07:49:21.146-07:00MASTERBLEND SERIES
*MASTERBLEND VS SOJU*
be it soju or masterblend...
which is better my trusted friend?...
ol' green bottle of me soju
or rusty feisty masterblend...
both from littlest glasses they come
can make you sing an' can make you hum...
hohumhohum!... tiddledum!... oh! tiddledum!
beat 'em gin and beat 'em rum!...
make me sick ye little bastards
turn me head and knock them drunkards...
nobruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-1094479560018597162004-09-06T06:37:00.000-07:002004-09-06T07:06:00.016-07:00Relaxation after a two-month flesh reaping contract is heaven. We've had two auditions during the past two weeks and none really came up clear. Well it's not like we're losing the touch and all. It's just that things are getting sticky nowadays. Too many demands...too many useless blahblahblah's...visa's not even extended yet...get a load of thatI... I think it's shiat!...that's why we bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-1092332913881549252004-08-12T10:35:00.000-07:002004-08-21T09:58:00.463-07:00"YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW"
Smite another...
...and be smitten a hundred fold back
Judge the others...
...and be judged with wrath
Hurt neither sister or brother...
...no more brethrens no more fathers...
Tear their hearts and bleed thier minds
...seek and destroy whatever your mouth and hand finds...
What you do goes back to you...
...what you say leads you astray...
Yet you reap what ever you sowbruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-1091905521416240602004-08-07T12:02:00.000-07:002004-08-21T09:43:26.976-07:00"I feel weak I feel dry
I feel like a woman about to cry...
When all this is done
And the rest to me is shun...
What more than to weep
And relieve the woes of yon life?"
bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-1077863970315605462004-02-26T04:18:00.000-08:002004-08-21T09:43:53.350-07:00The journey...
One year & still here.....gosh was it that long? well it is & it jez gets to me sometimes.. it makes me think more of the truth called life. Live it or lose it. And the rest is up to me. I've much in mind & I'll be ringing my ears for all they care...and all the things around me seem sick. But then who ever said I can't live with the monstrosities around me...around you...bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-1071213847410540772003-12-11T23:24:00.000-08:002004-08-18T12:22:40.550-07:00easy come easy go...blah blah blah..blah blah blah..ooohhhhh... shhhh..wakangmaingay...nyenyenyenyenye....bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-1066377998704763022003-10-17T01:06:00.000-07:002004-08-21T09:44:49.276-07:00....and so I sit by the lamentations of a thousand images. by the way nasa PC station ako ngayon... and all the kidz playing around me.. I trully miss home and I can't wait to get back..But then I thought life doesn't always have to be happy it has to be crazy sometimes...at times lazy too..more.. sad even.. I get through each day living with loads of passion and that gets me through..I guess.
bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-1063819393590153532003-09-17T10:23:00.000-07:002004-08-21T09:45:18.236-07:00 THOSE UNDONE...
I refuse to believe
that all ends here
when so much was to dream...
wasted just like some unwanted memory
though be it live with scorn...
and deceit yet be favored by those grim...
and their faces never forgotten like the first bleeding...
hurt is evident and is felt through out
It is human to err
to know the bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-1063818974552806312003-09-17T10:16:00.000-07:002004-08-18T12:31:36.086-07:00Air so charged I couldn't breathe
The earth too large with every breath...
In this so called life...
How would you live it?
To seed dominion is impossible
Where prying eyes look to devour
To touch was forbidden..
In the heart is what's hidden..
To seek freedom is oblivion
In dreams only could it be known
Far from the coercing minds of the old...
Could you be free then...
And from then on...bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-1063306398144131832003-09-11T11:53:00.000-07:002004-08-18T12:27:39.666-07:00 POPMUSICIZEEEVIL
Pop music is evil. It is the worst nightmare you will ever encounter. It will make you sick. It is the largest cult to have ever been founded. It is highly contagious. It will recruite and multiply by the thousands. You could be one of the thousands. It will seduce you...make you bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-1061491859505828392003-08-21T11:50:00.000-07:002004-08-21T09:46:01.706-07:00 Don't you just hate it when your brain turns to shit?... You feel so f*cked up inside that nothin else matters.Actually,you also feel fucked up outside and still nothing else matters. You don't piss and sh*t at the same time. nor do you sleep wide awake at night. duuh?! Ever wonder why such itallic conundrums arise from the far recesses of your underdeveloped...distorted mind? Well.bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-1060026608641998742003-08-04T12:50:00.000-07:002004-08-21T09:46:50.550-07:00THE MAN WHO ATE HIMSELF UP
I once knew of a man who ate himself up
got stuck somewhere between his brain and his heart
stopped in the middle of his stomach
threw up almost all contents of pride he just ate
half way through his femur and now could neither walk nor run
nearing his toes to nerves of steel
he fell with his heart on his heel
picked up his brain with his hand
only did he realize bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-1059980743163425842003-08-04T00:05:00.000-07:002004-08-21T09:47:23.676-07:00 Pure superficiality. And you thought kaaway mo na ang pinakaplastic. These sort of people have rules written allover them...sort of or kinda drowning in them. But see, you'll never even think twice to stop and hit them in the head or maybe fancy abit of a knee to groin collition for men. too much this and that and here and there and...but.... well... i guess that's just the way they are. bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-878422662003-01-22T06:55:00.000-08:002004-08-21T09:48:47.013-07:00......10:41pm.I barely have 10 minutes to get this going.Anyway...we're going back to Koh Samui tomorrow and it's really going to be a verrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyy veeerrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyy loooooooong trip.(almost a day of travelling.It ain't fun ya know).can't wait to get really cozy at home...watching telly...eating crown cream pies (52baht a box, 6 pieces) not too bad! I could afford it anyway. bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-871026092003-01-07T23:46:00.000-08:002004-08-21T09:48:11.836-07:00"JET & 'SALEM'S LOT"( he he he...)
yeah right! Jet & 'salem's lot
probably on page 200 & 4
probably not...
Wouldn't ya kow it was 80 baht (hehe hiieeey!)
who cares?!!!!! you're so feisty. quit it.
be it page 200 & 4 or 200 & 5......
you wouldn't want sucking needles stickin ye would ye?
great & that Glick kid flyin up the window...
it thought it creepy wouldn't ye jet? fuckin feisty. so feisty.
bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-871019822003-01-07T23:21:00.000-08:002004-08-21T09:51:16.793-07:00 ...wisps of grey smoke form like petulant clouds over cast seas. A chill undefined even in the brightest of the lightest days. Dim shadows seep through the very core fo themurky water. Just like that of the dead marshes...the dead marshes. And when you follow the lights...you go down with them forever. Forever and it's so cold it pierces the tears of the stone encrusted heart. Though bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-871014862003-01-07T23:05:00.000-08:002004-08-21T09:52:03.300-07:00OBARYO
A crack on a crystal cup
pages torn from a loyal book
It's like the wilting of a flower...
right before the eyes of the beholder
It could never sum up
the dawning of the setting sun
Nor the love of a hundred men
Only to find it fading...like colors washed of rich hue
I dare not deter the strength within you
for you hold the flames of a thousand fires
...the ire of a warrior's heart
bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-850420852002-11-24T22:29:00.000-08:002004-08-21T09:52:36.176-07:00 "oooooh jeeeeez.....wuz dat i thought a ringin?
smell somfink funny...ohooo don't tell the cigarette she just lit..hehe! "bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-850414082002-11-24T22:09:00.000-08:002004-08-21T09:53:33.466-07:00QuoTe & QuoTe
" Ang hindi marunong lumingon sa pinanggalingan...
ay maaring di makabalik...pagkat siya'y mawawala...dahil sa sakit ng leeg..."bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-850412922002-11-24T22:05:00.000-08:002004-08-21T09:54:21.650-07:00MasteR BLenD
What is a hundred pipers compared to a master's blend?
I swear ye start swingin' 'afore ye reach the next bend
Heads floppin'... staring at all the little misses
I bet ye know nuthin' o' what this is
It'd chew yer gutts off
Aye...'tis true...
Make ye all puffy
An' seem bluer than blue
Give me another round o' those littlest glasses
One more an' I'll pop clean out o' me breaches...bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-850043572002-11-24T03:57:00.000-08:002004-08-21T09:55:13.643-07:00 JANE DOE
She doned on her petticoat white as the cotton it was. With garlands on her head & a white silk top... she was quite a sight. If only her eyes didn't give them away. Staring through those peepholes made you feel like staring at planet mars' 99...blank...faraway...as she fumbled absentmindedly bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-848643532002-11-21T03:21:00.000-08:002004-08-21T09:55:48.346-07:00 LooFah
Scratch...Scratch...Scratch
Burn...sting...burn
Red & raw...
Burn...sting...burn
Scratch...scratch...scratch
Bubbles & scent
Flowers & mint...
Waterfalls ahead
Wash bubbles & scent...flowers & mint
Burn..sting...burn
Red & raw...
Blistering skin...
Cure it with gin...bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960411.post-848100142002-11-20T03:07:00.000-08:002004-08-21T09:56:30.206-07:00aLecTo
" Neither you noR I know when it OccuRs...
Sleep well intO InfernaL Abyss..."bruisefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912655404244083457noreply@blogger.com