PREAMBLE

..testing.. testing...hello 1..2..3.. hello 1..2..3 ... is thing on...

(8) zunnnnnnn nnnnnn (8)

...and the sound system shrieks in affirmation....

sanity prevails (witholding its silence).... and the scion of saladin, to the joy of the opppressed, begins:

thought de uno :
Love (or lack thereoff... ) creates randomness....randomness depicting a twisted, fuzyy pattern.....the look of which jolts from within...it encourages inebriation of the soul...intoxication of sanity...restlessnes..... . But ponder if you will and you will become an aficionado of this inconspicuous resltlessness that breeds in and feeds the soul at the same time... It is but a paradox that such thoought exists not at the dispense of love..but at the mere desire of it..

thought de dos:
wit! banter! all these words conspired with Vanity, the Royal Sin....make way to the heart of the incomplacent soul....

thought de tres:
as euphmistic as it may sound..spiritualness is a sham! , a failing act of the retarded.... the footsteps of pragmaticism are etchedon the moon and spirit worship has only but given way to more denail..



thought de quatro ( finale') :
Moi created this excuse-of-a-thing-called-blog sounds swedish to redirect this impetuous surge to unleash this argumentative bitch living somehere inside of me... (oR probably its an excuse for something more bizzare and lacklustre also nurturing itself within me)