Micheal Jackson: Black or White?

I always like to think that i have a very broad taste in music but when i was growing up, all i ever listened to (or got addicted to) was metallica, megadeth, nirvana, soundgarden, nine inch nails, sepultura and few of the chart toppers. And ofcourse then there was michael jackson who stole the tv & radio airtime, the billboards, the music awards and proclaimed himself as the 'king of poop' or whatsover. Back then even as a kid, I hated most of his songs and those eccentric snake-motion kinda dance moves except for the smooth criminal tune. As i got older, he was black or white?. And now he's in horse shit for 10 counts for molesting kids. What's up with this guy anyway? and for his fashion style, the queer eye for the straight guys men thinks his fashion sense is BEYOND HELP...oh..wait a minue, are they assuming his straight? oh michael, make up your mind. black or white? straight or gay? adults or kids? smooth or criminal?

History Revisited!

Ahh! talking about the past. Dont you guys miss the good old days? Atleast thinking about it makes me excited. Ofcourse some of us havent been there, done that! But women with those hip-hugging jeans and mini-skirts, bong parties, high school dating shit, bunking classes, the great rock 'n' roll CD collection stack, the late night outs, blowing condoms, the jam sessions, the long hair era, the bust ups, the break ups, it's frikin' sweet man!

Superunknown

do you always reason your inner-self? do you feel that plenty of questions remain with no answers? every once in a while, the mind tangles on a web of a thousand thoughts. mental images draw your attention wild. life remains uncertain. from the morning star to the blue moon across the horizon, from the sparkling night to the foggy clouds in the morning, the mind patiently waits for an answer. years pass by, decades goes by, we grow old and then we die. the answers remain unknown.

Thoughts of a dying atheist.

The world we exist in, a place where time is measured only in the amount of air left in your tank. We ought to do something worth living for and worth dying for.. You realize then exactly how small you are in comparison to life, how small you are in comparison to existence. It is not a feeling of insignificance, but rather, of complete significance. . Just as there is a dark shade at the end of a lane, so lays a friendly face within the darkness, i hope it's death.