To the BATMOBILE
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Sunday, December 25, 2005
It is sometimes said whatever you say in the past may come back and haunt you. It was also mentioned once or twice that I happen to look quite hot. One of these bears more truth than the other, and its not exactly the one I'd prefer... The above statement however does not (thankfully so) refer to my previous post of my C-grade horror experience in Thailand (in which case, if it did, I'd probably be dead - a scenario which I'm quite sure will bring at least some measure of festive cheer to some...), instead I refer to what I believe was the post before that. You know, the one which I mentioned where I was not going to blog anymore et cetera et cetera et cetera... While celebrities often claim to retire and thus stage a comeback, an example being Cher who seems to have an annual farewell tour followed swiftly by a comeback tour sporting a new nose/upper lip. Hell I even know a girl who does the same to her boyfriend(s), which brings about a myriad of possibilities in terms of making bets among my friends for entertainments sake. To summarize several paragraphs more of beating 'round the bush - I don't think anybody reads my worthless dribble anymore, so much so to the point that my dear (well, up till then!) friend mentioned he was one of the three people who read my last post... (Author's note: Its well known that less than 10 people visit this page on a weekly basis but still - only I get the satisfaction of making fun of theBatmobile's lack of viewership. It gives me that much satisfaction. Yes. That much.) On a slightly more festive note, merry christmas all (who chance upon this blog. The rest of you shall suffer in hell)! TO THE BATMOBILE (My blog title of course, comes from Snow Patrol's "Run"... Such a sweet song... I'll sing it one last time for you Then we really have to go You've been the only thing that's right In all I've done And I can barely look at you But every single time I do I know we'll make it anywhere Away from here Light up, light up As if you have a choice Even if you cannot hear my voice I'll be right beside you dear Louder louder And we'll run for our lives I can hardly speak I understand Why you can't raise your voice to say To think I might not see those eyes Makes it so hard not to cry And as we say our long goodbye I nearly do Light up, light up As if you have a choice Even if you cannot hear my voice I'll be right beside you dear Louder louder And we'll run for our lives I can hardly speak I understand Why you can't raise your voice to say Slower slower We don't have time for that All I want is to find an easier way To get out of our little heads Have heart my dear We're bound to be afraid Even if it's just for a few days Making up for all this mess Light up, light up As if you have a choice Even if you cannot hear my voice I'll be right beside you dear) |
The Writer
highly confidential Martin Butler, or affectionally known to others as "Butler", "Butlerman", or just "Butt". -Most eligible bachelor of 2004-every year henceforth - step aside Mr.Clooney -Doesn't particularly enjoy much anymore having been desensitized as part of a cruel torturous regime a.k.a IB... -Dislikes everything he doesn't like... Nov 8th - Remember the date! MSN - butlerwantsu@hotmail.com (Add with caution) Archives
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