Being frank is not saying whatever you think.. it is thinking bout whatever you wanna say..

A simple thought... feels nice and true

Me: Oh Lord help me...
God: yawn...yeah go on...
Me: Ive got this one wish..could you make me happy till I die?
God: Sure pal..Wish granted..
Me: Thanks mate!
God: my pleasure.. happy??
Me: Yeah baby..
God: (removing a dagger and slicing my throat) swoosh...
Me: ....wtf??....

"There is no right or wrong, people just act according to their needs..."
-Isak Borg (Smultronstället)

A joke from the keislowski's three colors trilogy 'Bleu'.. makes me laugh each time I see it.. it roughly goes like this..

There is this woman who gets paranoid and starts coughing loudly each time she visits a doc. The doc once gave her some pills and after consuming em she asked the doc whether they were pills to stop coughing.. the doc replied that the pills were the strongest laxatives in town, sneered at the patient and said "Now try coughing!"

discovered a beautiful poem penned by peter sinfield...No description required.. here it goes...

Moonchild
Call her moonchild
Dancing in the shallows of a river
Lovely moonchild
Dreaming in the shadow
Of the willow.

Talking to the trees of the
Cobweb strange
Sleeping on the steps of a fountain
Waving silver wands to the
Night-birds song
Waiting for the sun on the mountain.

Shes a moonchild
Gathering the flowers in a garden.
Lovely moonchild
Drifting on the echoes of the hours.

Sailing on the wind
In a milk white gown
Dropping circle stones on a sun dial
Playing hide and seek
With the ghosts of dawn
Waiting for a smile from a sun child.