hahahahhaahhahhaahhahahaha it kills me it really does, the absolute stupidity of it all.


i said "maybe you should ______ __" and you said "aiyah its too late already la"


so i got home, and thought "maybe i should change __ ____. but then i realised if i DID change __ ____ it'd be damn fucking _______ to _o_ and then presumbaly _o_ would follow the inevitable chain of connections back to ___ and THEN we'd all be fucked wouldnt we?



confused? fuck off and die.




oooo so we got some anger brimming
stir that old bitch round and round
make it simmer, boil and bubble
and i'll tackle you to the ground
motherfucking asshole.




i spose there's always Clockwork Talk.
it makes me very radrez. very radrez indeed, to not be able to govereet what i want some of the time. in fact, i think i detect the von of a devotchka masquerading as a real horrowshow thing.





its funny..... i remembered talk of stories changing, and then i thought abt the one where apparently my father went to school: i really don't think he did you know!! sure it wasnt just you remembering the wrong thing? unlikely, but NOT impossible :)




profusely = loss........... and then after a while it apparently doesnt any more. the Second Law of Thermodynamics doesnt quite apply to the truth, you know.




ludicrous, indeed it is. *moonstruck, even. (ring any bells?) the constant hedging (oh for Chrissakes we arent talking abt fucken (see i'm adopting the lingo already :D) plants here you retard) and from multiple parties.




flow of consciousness has always been my style, and so it shall remain. those of you as can't keep up, or cant wrap your mind around my stuff, just leave. i wouldnt want your death-by-brain-explosion on my conscience (assuming, of course, i still have one. its existence is at this point a somewhat hazy matter - despite constant assertions by my appendix that IT is, in fact, the seat of said conscience)




i may seem somewhat hostile
and maybe slightly grim.
im just glad im stroking strongly
while u fuckers all cant swim

that's right you bastards
drown, you bitches, drown.
fuck off and burn in Purgatory
i don't wanna hear a sound.

made a deal with the Devil himself
he's coming for your soul
God above dont want your filth
but thru your heart He'll put a hole.

choke, struggle, bleed and sag
cough, weep, sigh and moan.
your time's up punk. its lights out now.
Shut up and die. Alone.







man its really hilarious, it really is. thanks for stopping me from being horrible (this thing has its upsides for OTHER people too - only they'll never know it will they :D) altho i dont think telling me was BHB la. at least not much :D heh.





personally i reckon sex can just be one more thing that so totally fucks up peoples' lives and minds. not that i'm AGAINST it, mind you :) but im starting to realise that there are some plus sides to leaving it until marriage. blue balls for the guys, of course, NOT being one of them :)




Raindrops keep falling on my head
but that's not the reason why my head is turning red
its the fucking hail
those
hailstones keep falling on my head
they keep falling

so i just did me some talking to the sun
and i said "i'm pissed with the lousy way you get things done"
"what the fuck is this? these
hailstones keep falling on my head
they keep falling"





ah... the joys of butchering a song :)



and on that bloodthirsty note, i depart.