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Returning the kings

The lights were out I sat by the window peering into the dark rain Today was the ceremony The pelting cold drops, they were the orchestra beating down hard on the roofs and stones and leaves Steadily down on they beat, they were natural and the best the wind rustling,carried the tune, stopped suddenly Hush!Here they come, there the thunderous roll! It grew louder,drew closer the breeze,colder,tenser. It was no thunder but the tremendous wheels treading the heavenly path the royal chariots were passing by. High above pure silver struck! The sky flashed so bright like fireworks, the beautiful lights announced the kings' arrival The clap of the thunder the cheerful lights More chariots and the enchanting music Tonight the kings will be sent back from heaven they are on their way the true eternal leaders The breeze wound through through the trees through the window He found me A single puff and he swept the wonder off my face He stroked my

'Lol'ling about...

I like funny.Not that I'm a joke-okay sometimes yeah--but in most cases humour is why I gel with people so well. If you ask people who know me very well there's nothing more I love than to throw back my head and laugh my hysterical, maniacal laugh. I'd laugh till my eyes water and sides hurt. And few know that its the best weapon to use to stir me from my blues. For instance my brother Omar, he'd wait for the perfect vulnerable moment after my tantrums so he can say something stupid and I'd back "ROTFL".It needn't always be the gimmicks or wise cracks. My personal favourite is sarcastic humor and absolute lameness.I use my own sarcasm to entertain myself when I'm stuck alone. And i could LOL madly at lameness. Humour is a defence mechanism. I swear a laugh works better than a sneer. They say don't do drugs but I think you can get away with laughter.I don't see women doing it that often. In the Indian scenario they are laden with the all