Dark Side of The Moon Has Poetry?

Ammata udu. I’ve stumbled across this blog full of… brilliant…wait for it… poetry. Yes, the sheer brilliance of this prose shines like the dark side of the moon itself. Moka? The dark side doesn’t shine? Ah ok, shines like a well polished sponge. Naha? ahhhhhh. Whatever, something that shines ok? This poet is world class gracious award winning class poet.

You don’t go knocking on her okay? It’s not nice to knock on such genius as which writes

Scream the voices in my head. I just want them to cease
Hunted and haunted I have not a moment of release
Leave me be you demons of warped confounded thought!
If only I could efface the memory of those who provoked this fraught…

Ow ah. This writer is definitely so full of integrity that she must be doing integration homework for the rest of the school of emo kids. I mean local school. There is definitely no problem with her, as we can see she sees the bright side of everything and we can always count on her to deliver a resounding performance, often which leaves the reader writhing in agony surprised as hell.

She is so far from being a rabid emo that the distance is measured in light years. Let us applaud this great poet of our times!

Do not eat calves.

No, not your leg-calves, animal calves. Apoo now that I said calves so many times it is starting to look a very pitasakwela word.

Bummer.

This boy here says don’t eat meat. He is very brave for it, I think. Espeshally with all the people eating meat around him. He tries to make good argument of not eating meat but he got lost somewhere after typing the title of the post. Must be the lack of meat in his diet. Poor boy. But never you mind, he still tries to say something or other about cows and his mother’s breasts. We cannot make heads or cow’s tail of this thing.

We in the village are very animal loving people. We love all animals. Yes, even the dogs on the road sometimes disappear and a new dish shows up at the appe kade. This Mahesh malli does commendable effort in trying to educate people, but he needs more meat in his system to be able to write good post. Maybe we should give him some Tea Vee Pea instead. He says he studies at the SLUT, so I am not in the sure if they should be writing into software when they are in this depraved state. It is of no surprise my cash register in appe kade keeps telling me to stop selling beef and throws money everywhere.

Kauru Says?!

Holy hakuru! Look at this willoo? There is some lady named DelilahSays. Now SomapalaSays confused. Who is this?

Let us read this interesting blog.

This lady is very crafty. She gets other people to make her paper boats by holding their hands. Chikey, poor boy. Wonder what he got in return, other than slightly less ink on his hands. We read the earlier post, and look, she has abused some skinny boy and made him into a man.

Truly, she is the Man Maker, you know, like in that rupavahini show How I met your ammi? She has helped along this little boy by poisoning his peyawa and just generally being a balli to him. But this is all good. For he is now great man and lady is for some confusing reason regretful. Why why?

After this we see lots of posts, one of them being something about some Jack fellow. Strange men this lady goes around with. No wonder she’s so good at toughening any weak ones.

Long live this lady, may she hardify many a man!

stinkytoes

uh oh! – troll aiyas jealous streak is starting to show!

In this post it slings some of its kakki at the good natured (albeit freaky) 8 legged kottuva. Looks like pada-nonis has gone all pukeycious because no one bothered to draw him in their list! boo hoo!!

In this padaycious post, we finally start to see that it’s mental condition and troll-like disposition just maaaaaaybe involuntary! It seems it runs in its family.

“My four year old blind cousin with two fingers can do better sketches that this,” it says.

O-hoooo!!! you don’t say!?! Is everyone related to you a freak of nature?

Any-hoo padayo, you’ve made a name for yourself, you really have. You, pada show, are the drop of shit – to our pot of milk. You show up, and everything stinks. It’s just easier to bear with you now because now we know you really are mentally handicapped  it’s not your fault you’re a retard no!

Sir No, Sir!

This uncle is here is a maara one aah. He is the mostest technofogically advaansed in the whole Kottu Fuzzay thinks. His blog is like a wanderland! There are soooo many gadgematics here there and averywheres Fuzzay feels like hees in the jungies again! Swinging from one page to another Fuzzay sees this uncle is a very happening uncle! He collects other blogger aiyyas and nangis desktopps and shows us all kinds of places on the Google Earth. Fuzzay tried to locate his jungie but it is hard to use Google Earth with a tail!

But Fuzzay has no clue what this uncle’s name means. Where does it cum from? Sir No uncle can you tells Fuzzay this? Fuzzay thinks it is from his scool days when jealoos teachairs would pull him by the earlubes and hit his bootom with a cane and Sir No uncle would scream “Sir No, Sir! Please Sir, it hurrrtsss!”. Fuzzay doessssn’t noe this for sure, herpfully Sir No uncle will cumfirm this.

In his latest post this uncle talks about the ends of the wars in Siri Lanka, he sayss that we must heal the woombs of the soilders and make moneys out of touristes. He is a very smart uncle this one! Fuzzay <3’s yooooooooooo!

Caan yoo find my jungie on the Google Earth?

Waxter

This ayya here is very brave. He has come out of the almaariya of insanity and is admitting, in his own little way, that he is retarded. Kudos to him for displaying such brutal honesty.

or take my chances
in the dark
hearing geckos fart
and listening to shadows creak
as stumbling, another door
i seek.

I cannot make oluwa or tails of this thing, but I am sure it is a very wise bit of poetry that will get him a booker prize. Without having to perform a million diferent sexual favours to the judging committee.

But nevertheless, we must app-loud such bravery. He will go into our ‘brave bloggers’ list. It is yet to be made. The village carpenter is such a bloody drunkard he is still rolling around in the kasippu pot so he hasn’t made the board to put the list on yet.

Kamak naha.

London, Lanka and Crumbs!

Guess whoose back after leafing the Kottus for a trip to France? Yes, you guessed it, it is mister RD himself, Lord King Mudalali of the Lankanosphere.

In this post here he tells us about how he saw Barack Obama, and he built up so much suspensh that every fur on fuzzay was standing on its ends and fuzzay’s heart was racing like a Lankan bus as RD wood say.

Fuzzay is a big big fan of RD uncle, he is the oldest and the baldest of the Lankanosphere, Fuzzay thinks. He is alsos the funnierst! He makes the funnierst jawks about farts, poopies, saramas, and jungies. Who could not lurrrve him?

Off course there are some who are not fans of RD uncle, like this booruwa saint over here who called him Rhythmic Diarrhea. Everyone, even Fuzzay from the jungies of Siri Lanka, knows what RD stands for. This saint aiyya is a real @$$hole, he breaks Fuzzay’s <3

But not to worry! RD uncle is back and Fuzzay feels alrighty again. However, there is a fowl smell going around and its not coming from our very own Chootipada, his padas are short, sweet and sumtimes even smel good. No, this shmel is coming from that Padashow uncle. He is a maara kari-uncle that Pada uncle! Sumtimes Fuzzay chokes on his Pada’s. But it is okay, RD uncle is here so all will flow smoothly, Fuzzay will be fine.

Tank yoo RD uncle for cuming back to the Kottu!
Fuzzay <3’s yooo!

Ffffffrrrrppppppp! what’s that smell?

We at YBR (x3) have been working ever so hard to bring you the blogs that RAWK. But what’s this we see?? a scary troll is on the loose – and apparentlyWE are his latest obsession.

this Pada-nonis has trudged around in its own kakki for so long he has become immune to the smell of his own padas! but issokay. Though this troll-aiyya may seem incapable of affection he shows it to us in an unusual way -  just like gamey aiyya pulling the gamey nangis piggytails to show he likes her. making fun of poor fuzzays isspeech impediment and spiderpiggys sexual preferences and somapalas appes! blistering barnacles and thundering typhoons! those appes are fucking oooh-sum okai? dont come to mess with the Appa Kadey Somey harida?!

Now we at YBR are not afraid of this Padashow and his filthy words and filthy farts do not hurt us, maybe fuzzay, but not the rest of us. You cannot harm us Mr. Pada. We know you are not capable, you ain’t got nothin’ on us, fart. Maybe pada-nonis will compress alllllll his smelly farts and make a deadly bombaya – a bombaya soooo deadly that it will blow the kottu out of the inter-the-net!

well… a troll can dream, can’t it?

Untitled Ayya is my idli. Idol.

This aiya here is maarai ah. He is very welcome at my appa kade anytime. He is so very entertaining. I love his blog to bits. To little tiny pieces. Not to be spread around the corners of the earth, mind you. He is such a fun dude. COCO. Oh sorry, I am just getting used to this yathuru board thing. XOXO my dear friend. You are truly an ass to the- aney me, stupid yathuru kalla! You are truly an asset to our dear kottu.

He has such funny posts! Like this here where he is making love to his kottaya. He is dreaming of rolling around on floor and doing this and that with girls. Randy  little bugger ah? Good good, young rocking men like you are needed for this place. I wish I was as good as this ayya at writing a blog. Neverr you mind, I will get there somehow. By spaceship or rocket ship or bakki kartaththe, I will get there! Untitled ayya has given me courage!

Somapala’s to-do list:

• Become soo-wave ladies miniha like untitled ayya
• Become propicient at making so many lists with other people in them, to make them happy.

Saanthuwaraya!

This saint is confusing. He swears worse than that kolla down the road when the cow is eating his lunch. But I now see that this kunuharapa adds to the flavour of the post. It gives it that much needed dose of wholesome humour and edgy feel and naughtyness that is lacking in everyday life. This is a good saint. He entertain us. Since we can’t swear at ourselves, we mights as well let him do all the yelling. Happy people everywhere.

Some para balla told me that people only swear so much when they have nothing else to say. He is a fool. This saint here is a ela kiri kolla. He posts very enter-the-training posts. Certainly, none of us get bored reading through an endless stream of one.. dekai… thunai… four leter words. Maara hapanek ah meya.