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Killa B

Hot like peri-peri

About Me

I laugh a lot. Try not to take me seriously, I'll probably just end up laughing.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Hedge.

Music:

I'm all about the lyrics. My favourites are 'yeah' and 'wooo', 'yo', 'word', 'uh' and 'woah', or any combination of the above.

Lots of this goes down on a weekly basis at a crazy little party called WHAM!

I also like to Hoop...

Movies:



Books:

‘Good morning,’ said the little prince.
‘Good morning,’ said the railway signalman.
‘What do you do here?’ asked the little prince.
‘I sort out the travelers, in bundles of a thousand,’ said the railway signalman. ‘I shunt the trains carrying them, now to the right, now to the left.’
And a brilliantly lit up express train, roaring like thunder, shook the signal box as it rushed by.
‘They are in a great hurry,’ said the little prince. ‘What are they looking for?’
‘The locomotive driver doesn’t even know himself,’ said the signalman.
And a second brilliantly lit express train thundered by in the opposite direction.
‘Are they already coming back?’ asked the little prince.
‘Those are not the same ones,’ said the signalman. ‘It is an exchange.’
‘They were not satisfied where they were?’
‘No one is ever satisfied where he is,’ said the signalman.
And they heard the roaring thunder of a third brilliantly lit express train.
‘Are they pursuing the first travelers?’ asked the little prince.
‘They are pursuing nothing at all,’ said the signalman. ‘They sleep in there, or they yawn. Only the children press their noses against the window-panes.’
‘Only children know what they are looking for,’ said the little prince. ‘They dote on a rag doll, and if it is taken away from them, they cry…’
‘They are lucky,’ said the signalman.

- Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Heroes:


My Blog

Bubble

Like energy contained in a clear film, waiting to burst forth on the world and coat it all in a single spray. She waits, unaware of her own presence. Therein lies her beauty. With milk-white knuckle...
Posted by Killa B on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 05:49:00 PST

The Wham Rap...

WHAT THE FUCK?? How did I only just find this?[Chorus:]WHAM! BAM!I AM! A MAN!JOB OR NO JOB,YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT I'M NOT.DO! YOU!ENJOY WHAT YOU DO?IF NOT, JUST STOP!DON'T STAY THERE AND ROT!You got s...
Posted by Killa B on Mon, 05 May 2008 10:32:00 PST

Robot Speak

The problem with the S word is the coming up for air Come back: unbearable   It’s the air that does it Wakes you up Makes you nauseas Fresh Green Not About That While underneath gets more ...
Posted by Killa B on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 03:19:00 PST

Heart Feels Red

Heart feels red. In places. Indigo. In places. Once red, now indigo. Red again? Nope.Done. Indigo. Fizzled. Wasted. Makes red bits feel redder...    ...
Posted by Killa B on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 08:47:00 PST

Snow

I've never seen the snow. Once, when I was little, we heard there was snow near the Blue Mountains. We got in the car, drove, a hunt for the snow. When we got there, there were patches of white on th...
Posted by Killa B on Sun, 03 Feb 2008 04:30:00 PST

And To Love

And to taste My stir-fried insides With Salt and Pepper and Soy Sauce and Garlic Not quite salty. Not quite bitter. And to love As I have loved The flavours from within My lungs and throat and hear...
Posted by Killa B on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 08:31:00 PST

Finally Making Sense of the World...

Lots of things in the world Don't Make Sense.In fact, I think I want to devote my life to the exploration of things that Don't Make Sense. I could get a following, start a group. A Group Devoted to th...
Posted by Killa B on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 06:05:00 PST

ENGLISH CHOCOLATE IS THE BOMB

Okay, so I understand that my obsession with chocolate (or food in general, for that matter) will come to an abrupt and bitter end at some point in my life*, but in the meantime...ENGLISH CHOCOLATE.Wh...
Posted by Killa B on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 01:08:00 PST

They Say Things Happen In Threes

This is the story of a young man and his dog. The young man's wife died, you see, and she had loved that dog. He often sat with his dog, remembering his wife.   His dog grew old(er), and blind, a...
Posted by Killa B on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 09:01:00 PST

You May Eat My Heart, But My Soul Will Bounce Away

Alright, thinks the boy as he climbs up on the bridge. What do you think this means? 'I think it means alright', says the boy. As he jumps off the bridge.   'Relaaaaax, there is water underneath...
Posted by Killa B on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 07:03:00 PST