Playlist, 29th October 2009.

Put on your headphones and play these songs, bitches and motherfuckers.

1. All Time Low - Remembering Sunday
2. Sick Puppies - White Balloons
3. Raconteurs - Old Enough
4. Tool - Wings For Marie Part 2
5. Aranda - Whyyouwannabringmedown
6. Paramore - Brick by Boring Brick
7. All That Remains - Forever in your Hands
8. Rise Against - Whereabouts Unknown
9. The Almost - Drive There Now!
10. Senses Fail - Hair of the Dog
11. Black Tide - Shout
12. Porcupine Tree - Open Car
13. HellYeah - Alcohaulin' Ass
14. Escape the Fate - Something
15. JET - Shine On
16. Pearl Jam - Love Reign on Me
17. Drowning Pool - 37 Stitches
18. In Flames - Take This Life
19. Sevendust - Prodigal Son
20. Stereophonics - Dakota
21. Aqualung - Brighter Than Sunshine.


PEACE

Causeway Bay

Imagine yourself as a rich pimp, rollin on the streets in a Benz, throwing your arrogancy around like you own the fuckin world, money bulging out of your every pocket, your eyes glazed with greed and lust.

This is Causeway Bay, ladies and gentlemen. The area in town dedicated to rich fucks and greedy motherfuckers. The most expensive set of stores in town.


I am putting up these pictures, coz I was damn fuckin' IMPRESSED by the beauty of the place, and also coz' tonight was a good night where-we-got-high-on-stuff-we-bought-in-Causeway-Bay.

Peace.

Louis Vitton

Louis Vitton in dressed in different colors.

Random alleyway.

The IRONY of it all.

A random mall.

Giant Gucci billboard.

Perfect.

A replica of Time's Square.

Uh, Weird.

Ye know, weird things happen sometimes.

I woke up at 6:08 PM today, I had no idea what the fuck I was doing, sleeping at such a weirdly odd time. The only reason I came out of my slumber, apparently, was cause I had a weird sensation of a sharp throbbing pain on my ass, as if someone'd maliciously kicked it with a boot-adorned foot with a deliberate sense of wanting to hurt. I had this urge to drink water when I started coughing badly, my throat felt as if there was a lump inside it, and started behaving as if there was a fuckin' godzilla breathing flames inside it. My head was buzzing constantly, and there was this weird smell that oddly resembled a mixture of cat piss and fresh rain. Uh, yeah, weird.

And I could recall snatches of a dream where I was climbing an eternally endless flight of stairs towards a dark tower along with a wise old man who was telling me weird stories, where I had this unreal Faith in every word he spoke, where I was desperate to hear him through, all the way. But he vanished as soon as I turned to look at his face. Fucking douchebag he is, leaving me behind like that.

And more weirdly enough, my jeans were actually folded up and was lying on my desk with the belt dangling down like an immobile serpent; calm and still, and yet so malevolent. Don't ask me why that's weird, but it just is. Coz I never fold my fuckin jeans, and never leave it on the fucking desk, alright?


Weird part is, I have an uneasy feeling about this whole thing. I dunno why, but a constant nagging voice tells me there's more to this than meets the eye. Maybe its just my imagination running wild, maybe.


Or maybe not.

Weird.

Aaditya's Playlist : 14/10/09

Artist - Title


Porcupine Tree - Arriving Somewhere but Not Here.
Mastodon - Divinations.
Chevelle - Shameful Metaphors.
Tool - Forty Six & 2.
Billy Talent - Tears into Wine.
In Flames - Take This Life.
Breaking Benjamin - Anthem of the Angels.
A Perfect Circle - Orestes.
All That Remains - Air That I Breathe.
Paramore - All I Wanted.
Lamb of God - Dead Seeds.
August Burns Red - Meddler.
As I Lay Dying - Sound of Truth.
Blessthefall - To Hell and Back.
Relient K - I Don't Need a Soul.
Wolfmother - Joker and the Thief.
The Raconteurs - Old Enough.
Otep - Rise Rebel Resist.
God or Julie - Fallen Soldier.
Three Days Grace - Last to Know.
Meshuggah - Bleed.
Suicide Silence - Smoke.
Porcupine Tree - Blackest Eyes.
Muse - United States of Eurasia.
Megadeth - Dialectic Chaos.
10 Years - Alabama.

Scenes From A Memory.

Ah, the good old days. Cliche indeed.

Thoughts....
When? A random night, summer of 08.
Where? It's All The Same.
- - -


My phone in one hand, a photograph in the other, I lie back with a deep sense of completion. My Heart beats in random rhythmic patterns, almost oh-so musical.

The feeling of knowing. Knowing I was on a teetering van speeding on a mountainside on steep rugged gravel roads, feeling so-fucking-good it was scary. Knowing I was this close, THIS close to killing the silence of the night with a roar of pure joy. Knowing I was on the edge of hysteria. Knowing it all, yet not caring.

She's my heroin, I think. And hell yes, I'm addicted, I think. And fuck yeah, I'm
IN.Too.DEEP.and.I.Don't.CARE.

Think straight, a tiny voice from the inside says, Beware, it says. I say, FUCK You.




School the next morning. Doped look on my face, black circles under my eyes, the world outside blurs by in a haze. Bored. Bored. Bored. Sleep deprived. The inside of my head, it's one hazy clearing, everything's dark, there's a pinpoint of light on the horizon, and beyond the horizon lies a tiny figure, and my mind's eye is focusing on this tiny figure. My entire body craves for the night. Every bit of it screams silently in anticipation for what lies ahead.

Oh yeah, she's my heroine alright. She rides on every train of thought that speeds through my head. And it feels good. >

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Fuck.
I should stop here.Why I'm reminded of this, do not ask me.

But one thing's for sure. I miss her. Bad. So-fucking-Bad.





I felt for sure last night
That once we said goodbye
No one else will know these lonely dreams
No one else will know that part of me

And now I go back to sleep. Rough night it's gonna be.

A Voice from the inside; so familiar, and so overwhelmingly warm.

I am the one. I listen to your every whisper. I watch every move you make, from deep within the bowels of your mind. I fill your mind up with a black abyss of nothingness. I stake out in the deserts of your mind, hiding in between the caravans that run your thoughts. I drain every teardrop that you cry of its soul, and massacre the existence of every chapel of life where the bells of your past toll to their glory. I promise you nothing but the creation of your own dark tower of fate, where the demons of your existence reside and slowly but deliberately dissolve your thoughts in a black acid of turbulence. I yearn to drown every desire you ever possessed, and yet I let the darkness survive in its alley of zig-zag transitions. I beckon from down below, as above as your train of focused deliberations runs towards its evident doom at a breakneck pace. I intend to show you the essence of what it feels like, to bleed from the dusted pages of your book of life, to bleed from the roses that lie on your grave, to bleed from your heart that you thought had locked up your every last thought about hands you held high, in the black void that is the fabric of your every moment. I am the child of your imagination, and I am but a hole of eternity that you cannot see with your eyes, but can feel in every breath you take. I am the one that shines darkness onto the light that radiates inside you, the one that feasts like a Sultan on your poisoned cradle of thoughts. I am the one that rains inside your head, the one that drives away the angels of light with my hazy clouds of misery. I am black, I am white, I am a road that leads nowhere, and I am a ghost that takes you down the spiral again. I embrace your feelings with my cold body, and I pull the trigger to put a bullet in the back of your head everytime you lie back and dare to Think. I burn every shred of Hope for the future that lies within your wells of your actuality. I drown you in my hollow depths.



Ah, Well, I am your Past.

Beneath the water
that's falling from my eyes
lays a soul I've left behind.
The edge of sorrow was reached but now I'm fine
I've filled the hole I had inside.
I've erased the past again .