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Once Upon a Time in Buzznet

Once upon a time in Buzznet

A moronic memory

A memory that she would love to forget

My papier mache ass you bet

you deserve what you get

the heart a lonely hunter

a room with a view

she wont let

searching for nirvana

fucked from asshole to eternity

on the soundless silence

once we met

a crazy camelot

closed doors

of the internet

Ihavent got over her yet

Buzz Love in the Air

From	zanababe4u
Date	11/08/2007 7:16 AM
Subject	Hello,
Hello, (zana_dagba@yahoo.com) My name is Zana Dagba.a young beautiful never married girl I was impressed when i saw your profile and will like to establish a long lasting relationship with you. In addition,i will like you to reply me through my private e mail box (zana_dagba@yahoo.com) so that i will give you my picture and more about me.Thanks waiting to hear from you soonest. Miss.Zana Buzz Love in the Air Miss Zana with Photographer no1 Would very much like to share a long lasting relationship of fuck fuck forswear genitals living in Eden like freedom without underwear ... a single cock no spare my balls gone to the mechanics for repair distempered kiten in a basket she wolves why should she care FOOLS ENTER WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO DARE

THANK YOU ANGEL...

From PhotographerNo1

photo courtesy

google images

From	vera123
Date	10/26/2007 8:22 AM
Subject	HI
HI My name is angel koneh . i am a female I was impressed when i saw your profile at(cgbalu.buzznet.com)and will like to establishe a long lasting relationship with you. In addition,i will like you to reply me through my private e mail box (angel_4u207@yahoocom) this is because i dont know the possibilities of remainning in forum for a long time. Thanks waiting to hear from you soonest. angel

Thank you Angel

I am a dysfunctional devil

of a photo blogger from hell

she the blog goddess

did have me under her spell

but fuck we did not get on well

i did tell my sob story to my

dear friend ben bell

why dont you try steve haldane

he loves young ones

oh he does romantically revel

most of the lover boys

are now at flickr

rabbit and crow

tom andrews

yorrik friar

dread head

says this buzznets

bogey man and

a cause that needs to rebel

The Nautch Girl

I am amazed an entire post does not appear completely when posted as New Photo.. Hence I am posting this as a journal...

photo courtesy www.hitchams.suffolk.sch.uk/india_art/starter/nautch_girl...http://www.hitchams.suffolk.sch.uk/india_art/starter/nautch_girls.htm">www.hitchams.suffolk.sch.uk/india_art/starter/nautch_girl...>

Once upon a time, in a remote sleepy hamlet of a town,in India, cultured, dance , music no religious hatredness, on a kotha of a nautch girl, a nautch girl is a professional danceuse..where Time to stopped to see this woman that moved her world on her two feet, gyrating away the sadness and sorrows of her soul.. to lyricless music of pain, and disenchantment.

One day the little boy who used to press the nautch girls tired feet massage them in a little basin of rose water.. the softness of the faded petals adding to the touch of the little boys tender handâ�¦was asked by the mistress to go and get some sour mango pieces that the mango man was selling sounding off in his tenored voiceâ�¦.he went hurriedly and bought the mango pieces in a paper cone white and moist with ink.. like tears fallen on a dry palm..

The nautch girl , threw the mango pieces started unfolding the cone and read the agony of a poet began to shed tears..yes it was lyrical..a love poem of a poet in penury, a poet on hard times who might have sold his notebooks to keep the fires burning of his agonising life.

And the next time she danced on these lyrics translated into music.. all the pain was gone.. a flurry of a new emotion of love, yes our nautch girl was in love with the nameless, faceless poet..... such is love it catches you unawares..in its sheer simplicity.

She was in love and sent her emissaries to track down her poet lover, she succeeded but he would not meet her, on oath of death had told the person who had discovered him.. that he would send her new poems day after dayâ�¦.but he would not be seen by human eyes at all..

I am not a writer or a story teller .. so I will leave this story incomplete..

I will reveal the mystery of the poet,.
He had an incurable disease lived among the lepers in a lepers colony..his eyes were hollows , his fingers were stubs, a kind person down the road wrote his words that fell like tears from craters destroyed by the ravages of time...
He had seen good times, but than envious fate struck, all his loved ones , friends hanger ons deserted him like a sinking ship..
He had come and settled here when the disease errupted all over his body his mind his consciousness.

Its human nature to falling love , with a shadow , add our own flesh to it, animate it with humanly emotions , make it larger than life ,than when we see the actual reality , feel hurt, self inflict , curse fate for having let us down..cybernet love is almost like this, we fall in love with a face that is not even her actual face, her words that are distorted to lure, to honeytrap, to hurt , to squeeze out his testicular identity , yes beware of falling in love with goddesses on the net, they too are carved out of clay only the tiara on their head like Medusa is real swarming like a serpents nest to ..annihilate Man..simple , kind , naive , on the face loving Man..
Another one bites the dust.

I dedicate it to one woman.. in a world that keeps pushing the other one women ..in my life ... I am a dichotamous one woman man.

Afshaan... my wife my lifelog goddess..
the other the blog goddess.....

The Best Of A Best Friend Xris Taylor Made -Buzznet Tinies

photo courtesy xris taylor profile page including text ..

xris.buzznet.com/user/profile/http://xris.buzznet.com/user/profile/">xris.buzznet.com/user/profile/>

the buzznet tinies

wrote this cuz i was bored
and cuz Edward Gorey rocks!

A is for axa who was poisoned with gold and also for abbie who died form a cold
B is for bigtanky now go suck a fuck she died of claustrophobia well she actually got stuck
C is for Comentatorno1 and his brother P1 they both gorged themselves on some bad curry lamb
D is for dvl, dgecko and doubleb they fell off a mountain while looking for me
E is for ero, that guy was a champ but then he got stabbed one night by a tramp
F is for feebalk, funksteena and friartuck while crossing the street they got hit by a truck
G is for ghostgirl and the lovely sweetgee they got shot by teacher at a university
H is for hunhun and while at burning man she blew herself up along with her van
I is for ilisu who loved colors bright and was tragedly killed in some senseless fight
J is for finkel, trust me on the spell, her and the abscondmongrel got sent back to hell
K is for kristyanne a shortie sweet chick who got trampled to death by a rednecked hick
L is for lexmonkey he disloged his jaw he turned inside out and that's all i saw
M is for matt who had little dogs but wasn't inmune to adam's stinky clogs
N is for northshorerian she called buses a (boose) and while tending her garden got gored by a moose
O is for ooo he had bad bad luck, his big frenchie head got squashed by a rock
P is for paxgitmo a great mind for blogging and while fighting for freedom triped a mine without knowing
Q is for quixotic she loved to hang loose and she still hanging up there, her neck on a noose
R is for ribstealer who was afraid of the rain and while looking for cover got hit by a train
S is for schvetybetty she was a girly deluxe but she fell one day to some strong chicken pox
T is for tomdog he was also big tease and fell to his own tomdog bug disease
U is for u and those i forgot i really can't ryme so tis all i got
V is for venomiss she was stalking jolie and fell on her head while climbing a tree
W is for woodnutter a man with broad shoulders who got traped in at work in between of two boulders
X is for xris the guy writing this he ate a big steak and got madcow disease
Y is for yorrick he had a thing for a goose but was killed by a lady with a big huge caboose
Z is for zilzala the natural disaster she finally found love but was eaten by her master.

Posted: 10/22/2005 8:16 AM

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COMMENTS (28)

steve: 10/22/2005 8:52 AM
photo/comentator #1 rule

xris: 10/22/2005 9:03 AM
yes they do

funksteena: 10/22/2005 9:05 AM
lol. very nice xris.

paxgitmo: 10/22/2005 9:25 AM
Xris, this is even better than Gorey.

I like TQ1s and I had a relationship like Zilzala's once.

A Marriage And No Funerals- to Yorrik

Introduction posted at Buzznet

I am mostly at Flickrs editing my old stuff that I saved on my Homesite, when I deleted 11000 Blogs in a single night, I was scared as the guys misguided hardliners wanted to harm me and my family .This cybernetic Hate .Whatever I am today I owe to my friends here at Buzznet, these posts are to show you we dont change our inherent values , our respect for friends without whom we would have aborted this journey .I dont want to ingartiate myself , I am happy in my own singular world , my world of imaginary one sided love , my world of pictures my world of poetry ... without you guys it would have remained unclaimed as Blog.

SEE ENJOY AND VAMOOSE.

DONT HANG MY BALLS TO A NOOSE.

ETHEL LOVES ME AND I AM NO BIG MOOSE.

I DONT EVEN WEAR FUCKED SHOE.S

HORSESHOED TO MY BARE FEET WTHOUT SCREWS.

Message from Yorrik to me .

Thank you buddy!!! Your name will remain on my friends list for the rest of time I am almost sure of this....I hope all the nasty behavour that went down on Sydney beaches and got sent around the worlds media chains didn'y put you off Australians my dear Firoze...that was the behavour of thugs and both sides of that argument were guilty of thuggery....not all Aussies are that narrow minded and my friends from Muslim communities are all equaly disgusted in the representation of their culture....silly bloody hooligans, I would much prefer to have the whole world share the beach with me and we could all call it ours not mine or yours...that would be nice missed my Buzz over the last month......looks like I got back just in time...always good to see your colors Firoze, see you some more very soon...all the best :yorrik

MY REPLY TO YORRIK AND MY TALE... MY ASS YOU CAN NEVER NAIL...MADE IN INDIA ALSO WRITTEN IN BRAILLE

Hi Yorrik you are indeed my best friend, forgive me for making your message public ,I did not know much about cut and paste I learnt when Time calligraphed on my designer ass the hallowed words Made in India..Export Quality suitable for human consumption..shelf life in USA..unpredictable.
I keep falling in love in America or what I think is America and American love is more unpredictable than the change of weather on my weather beaten ass... this is not in reference to your fairy story.

My fairy story has fairies and Queeries

I am a married man who keeps falling in love as love is unmarried.. when love gets married thats when they start playing the entire philaramonic brouhaha on the ass.
And I was a whisker away getting married on line.... Alji had consented to give away the bride..
Alji is astrologically superior and highly auspicious, the Nikah would have been beautifully recited in Welsh language..Marc Steve and Anthony..were ever supportive had chosen Arizona as the place for celebrations, chief guests were Biz Stoned and Brand and Stoned.
Google Earth had promised to foot the entire bill and Azzie was going to take charge as event manage, .for this matrimonial do.
And Bill Gates Microsoft head honcho might come to taste the Biryani... he has good taste.

The security arrangements incase someone kidnapped the bride was handed over to Buzznets most qualified encounter specialist,MrJonnie the Boy from Brazil ,,playboy encounterist offline and cops children that work their ass off on the streets have kids looking Jonnie faced is coincidental to the nature of the job.

Tom Do you like it has desired to shoot Fulsome photos of the nude couple when they are thrown in a tub of vinegar laced with aniseed..hemlocked for ever in Buzznet Matrimony.

Scarletlark and Epiphany in charge of guests and pests

The flower arrangement is being looked over by my best pal Funksteena she has used the services of celebrity florists Deflowered Dead Maidenhead Florists..Salt Lake City Utah.. little Cosmos is dressed like me, shooting pictures on one leg.

Friar, Yorrik, and DreadHearing, are trying to calm the Middle Easterners who have gate crashed here thinking it is free for all and a couple of bare chested Aussies have been properly bruised battered by Velvet Paws, Little Nova has hammered an unruly red and white scarved rag head... the ambience is of Bondi beach,, thank you Azzie for a topical Bondi beach theme...

And my sweet little kid sister always getting lost in a crowd, she is my Csorba and they dont make sisters like this any more , she had once told me to give her away in marriage and I am an emotional dwarf I cry and am crying now too..thank you Csorba may you get your dream man.. his dreams too.

And my sweetest sweetheart of a friend..I kept hidden like a trump card Schvety betty,.. all I can say in the words of Fontaine is' Friendship is the shadow of the evening, which strengtens with the setting sun of life.'Thanks Betty and my liitle angel Lydia and Betty I am a lousy match maker..even when it comes to rematches.

Ribstealer in chage of the bar, banners of her new book,drinks free, pay hard cash for the book...buy 2 books and get 3 drinks free ..

Xris and Axa 13 in disguise..like hobos, filming the event as the pretty neice of Uncle Osama ..is paying a surprise call, there is a possibility of a snatch, no pun, and kidnap, hence the disguise to my mentors.. I am worried she does not kidnap Xris and hope he does not run in his underoos.. on my wedding day.

El Gekko Drunk..sorry wont wake up ..stoned drunk and is playing with his little gekko that unzipped from its surroundings.. brother 000 is trying to catch it before it is resold at a Morroccon souk and re exported to Reunion Islands as canned stuff...

Jamie and Rikkabo are flirting with the Indian,indian guests,

Povertixfix and Obqupunx are flirting with anything indegenous on 2 legs.

The cuisine is a naughty mix and Qiuxotic, Tatyana and Honeytoes,Mahayani and Rauchy have put it together Rauchy has put more than could be put together.

And last but not the least..
.A samba special surprise item yes an item to surprise even otherwise, choroegraphed words on the tight rope of sentences, walzing to give my emotions a thought, pirouetting gliding free and touching the chords of a heart of a piano ,dust covered ..sooty and cobwebbed... enchntingly fingerless plays..music thats binds me to a muse.

Wild Orbit..is searching for the homosxual massage guy..

To be Continued as not to hurt people they are all honrary mentions like bulk tags on your posts at Buzznet.

And Bazookiss just called from some Shinto temple in Japan,he wont attend my wedding if I dont dress him up like me, he says he wil go bald, barefeet and also stand on one leg.. my problem is a this is ok but I am scared my new American wife might just find Bazookiss a better and more cock sure Photographerno1 and American women are so unpredictable when it comes to getting married wit their eyes closed.. they open it when they get laid... in their Graves.

photo courtesy Yorrik profile at Buzznet.
This is one of my mad cap early writings prose written as poetry.
Heavily edited today.
2 July 2007

Flickr Refugees

There are lot of Mansions in my Heart ..but only a single Room with a View.

I have re-edited my post on Tom Do You Like It read the new version here .

I am with a bunch of Buzznet Buccaneers who are now going for a change..

censorship, think flickr think.. yes thy are the Flickr Refugees

I hope that some change for the better happens in all our hearts, we start chiming loves notes like old times..

take care

firoze shakir

a flickering flame

waswild orbited

now gone tame

a new picture

of a shia thug

in the old frame

Why Main Stream Media Hates Us Photo Bloggers

Main stream media hates all bloggers per se
This is envious Hate that goes into deliriums seeing news sodomized by newbie wannabe bloggers.
Guys who know nothing about the perseverance that went into becoming a journalist, those stringer days, those cub reporter days, those chilly nights outside Bhabha Hospital during the Mumbai Train serial blasts , that was a tough one , a few decapitated heads in a corner, a few limbs resting still searching for the main body.
Than comes the Blogger , Photo Blogger , shoots the train of events in one single night, from Bandra station to Mahim station, from Mahim station to Matunga, all on barefoot, blonde hair , heckled by the cops, shooting weeping tears in the viewfinder.
The Terrorists destroyed metal concrete but not the iron in the Soul of Man. Yes this photo blogger shot the blast, came home at 3 am, washed rushed to Bhabha Hospital people wide awake, hovering over the list of injured dead hung like a dooms board.
The local MP requested me not to shoot pictures of the patients in the emergency ward, but I took a shot or two.. From Bhabha Hospital, with all the media vans outside the venue I rushed to my shop 4 am, downloaded the pictures, started posting them at Buzznet, Bloggerspot..
No going down under the legs of a sucked photo editor who knows nothing not even the distance from his elbow to his asshole.
I was tired, but did not give up..
I am lucky I am not a journalist, a pen pusher; perhaps I Talk editor just might delete this post so I shall post it at Word Press too.
.Todayâ�™s journalist is arrogant, soulless, sensationalizing shadows that donâ�™t exist.
He thinks he is Gods answer to a Quiz. I write about Indian Newspapers and fatuous Indian news journalists.
I mean each Sunday the Times of India writes the Bloggers obituary in oxymoron Hate.
But the Photo blogger will not die that easily.
Yes we are awful at our spellings, our grammar falling apart, bloopers galore, some call us failed writers, in my case the writing and poetry started 20 months back falling in love with American women on the Internet, well you learn to Eye Talk..You need no grammar, you need silence of a Photo Blog..
Yes our photos are part of a holistic healing, I know one thing my Dad told me if you have content for a thirsty man he will come to you to quench his thirst, it applies to pictures , your stories too.
Writing crap , will get you a reader once but cant fool them all the time. I am not saying this in defense of all Bloggers, I talk for my kind of breed of photo bloggers
We have a Blogger God he is Brandon Stone of Photo Blogs Org..
We pay allegiance to him as he pays our allegiance to truth.
Its time jealously jeopardized jalopy riding journalists hitch a hike to reach where ever they are going instead of shadow boxing with us bloggers and using us a punching bags for their frustrations..
Blogger Rubbished Ha Ha

Posted by firoze shakir

at italk news and bloggerspot

June 12th, 2007

Limbless Lampost

Appu My Friend

written by photographerno1 Sun Jun 10 1:56 MST

[Walking Tall ]

Appu is a friend,we met a few years back, he begged on the street corner of the flea market called Chor Bazar .I had just started photography, the first time I took his picture his relatives abused me harshly saying I would sell his pictures to the foregn press. I hate main stream media anyway.. I said nothing totally saddened I walked away, Appu saw the sadness read my moist eyes of a street poet. The next time I went and gave him the copies of his picture. Yes photography binds people much faster than a priests sermon.I began photo playing with Appus pictures, new to adobe photo shop, I would remove Appu from his languid horrid surroundings cut paste him magically seamlessly at the up end Bandra Carter Road , this made him my friend for life.I paid him, but it was not what he wanted from me, I cannot or will not call him a beggar.He is destinys Child. I know if Princess Diana was alive she would have endeared herself to Appu... During the cloudburst when Mumbai was bought to a standstill 15 feet water , buildings submerged, I barefeet was carrying a human live corpse on my shoulder from Thana to Bandra, an old man who had accompanied me to Thana traffic office when we were caught in the onslaught, no cars, no trains no help, the old man told me leave me here near a bus stop, the mobile phones dead, I requested him , pleaded him, we hitched , till we reached Chunnabhatti, I saw a Best bus , I put him in the bus, dragged my bare feet drenched to Bandra, perhaps you think I am digressing, actually I kept myself alive praying for my son Asif who was stranded at Mira Road, and the thunderbolt of a thought of Appu.. Yes in retrospection I learnt to walk like a man because of Appu, I cried a lot thinking of him. I knew how the goats loved butting him on the streets , yes it was a territorial war between him and them. I have not met Appu since two years , I dont know where he his, but I hope he lives . But it is tough living Appu.. This is a series not to beg sympathy for Appu but to show you his defiance to fight misery at all costs...this is the magic of survival , magic of a magical moment called India.

EYE TALK NEWS WITH MY CAMERA

Child Labour Destinys Child

written by photographerno1 Wed Jun 6 9:09 MST

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In India ,the magical mystical land, one spots a dichotomy of pain, happiness, living cheek by jowl.People would taunt me why I shot poor kids, but if you see my pictures with the hawk eyes of a poet you will realise the poor people, are happier than us.They live they also let others live. Sleeping on the road on the pavements, death is only a headlight away, dreams die so do people on the streets.Yes put to sleep as you Westerners aptly put it.

The title of this post is child labor so I wont digress, begging child with another toddler tied to his waist is child labour , hard labour, I did a pictorial sketch on traffic signal kids at Bandra Turner Road, I know what child labour is in this connotation , in a system that sucks.

Child prostitutiion is child labour , the worst of its kind, parents hand over their children to pimps in Goa Pushkar , all hand in glove. Destinys Child makes me throw up, what I see through the crass viewfinder of a childs degradation.

At I talker it is about news journalism, I write poetry of unending pain, I have a girl child 19 years so the pain is more realistic, no melodrama, no pretensions. I am a blogger , I write blogs of pain, I shoot pain that hides as a speck in a frail childs eyes.It hurts terrbly. Little kids in cities are banned from working, but it goes on clandestinely ,the widow mother, runaway father, either the widow will sell her body , or her child will beg, or work at a tea vendors stall. The nights are harsh..always. We ban , but we dont find an alternative , no relocation, banned from one traffic signal they move to the next. I saw this child, I cropped the picture of the mother , not to sensationalize child labour, but to make you humanize a fault that rises in most third world countries. This child sitting on the street , looked at me I saw a future like a tear drop in my eye.. yes I cry not just for Imam Hussain but for a Man child too.. We all are beggars sometime or other ..begging for the goodies of life, a ladies love, a good post , recognition what not , we beg we steal , we borrow the breath of life from a somnolent God..an insensitive God..but a God not to be messed with all the same..

Blessed are the meek..

faceless no cheek

man producing superman

a saint a crook and a freak

yes within the beggar child

the beggar childs God we seek

a human shout a silence and a squeak

photographerno1