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[07 Mar 2008, 09:33 pm] |
tell me where it hurts
to hell with everybody else
all i care about is you
and thats the truth
oh, marry me, shirley manson. |
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[03 Mar 2008, 04:21 am] |
slow down
please slow down
i need to find peace
anyway in me .. |
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[02 Mar 2008, 08:02 am] |
you’re floating. you’re floating like marshmallows on cold fruit punch. fruit punch served at a wedding ceremony for jason and lucy. lucy leaves him after 40 years of marriage and still closets a lesbian fantasy for her ex-husband’s elder sister debbie. she’s been in love with debbie for 39 years 11 months and 29 days.
but i am sinking. i am sinking into an abyss of random spectrum of colours. colours which you experience when you do weed. colours that gradually melt together to give you a whole black mass of nothing. only you can save me. save me from this kamikaze of undesired and immense sadness. but you’re not. not saving me. you’re just. floating. because you are selfish. and there is nothing i can do about it.
float away. i hope you float away far enough so that i won’t have the strength to look for you. i don’t want to see you. but i see you everyday. you don’t know it. but i see you everyday in a song. and i will try. try to forget you. please let me. please. |
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[29 Feb 2008, 01:38 am] |
i need a notebook. a no-te-bo-ok. to pen down my thoughts. my thoughts needs to be penned down. before they do a little tribal dance and hop away like bunny rabbits in a death cab video. my thoughts dance really well they have "mad skillz". i cant afford to sell my thoughts to The Wind. thoughts hold secrets to my soul. if The Wind knows about It, The Wind will try to steal It away from me. because thats what The Wind does best. The Wind is a soul-stealer. but not only soul, The Wind sometimes also steals jazz, metal and hip hop. but you cannot blame The Wind. it is merely doing its job. it is you. you are responsible for letting It slip away .. It is now gone. with The Wind. jialat, then how? consperm cannot sleep leh. tml cannot wake up go find job. kaninaaa. how liddat? stay at the home watch tv lor! hanor hanor tv dam nice one i tell you. veh the intelesting. then can go cor the macdonal delibery. eat foot and watch tv. wah, lyk in havent sia. super mario shiok man!
oh, dear brain, why do you always do this to me? all i wanted was a notebook. |
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[22 Feb 2008, 09:18 am] |
watching prozac nation made me sadder (no such word but i aspire greatly to be your typical colloquial twit so shut to the up) than i was before. i am an emotional wreck. i know right, you've heard that line like a billion times before. but who gives a fuck. i am too tired to think of something witty to say. i didnt sleep all night. this reminds me of that perishers song. something about needing pills to sleep at night, and lies to make it through the day. something about not being o-k.
i dont even know why i'm blogging. its like some sick obsession i have. i am always so obsessed i think its a disease. i spent the last 7 hours or so reading up on john lennon on the internet. i think its funny how yoko ono looks very similar to john lennon now ha ha ha ha ha ha sorry O Great One, I Come In Peace. majorly ironic but no one cares because no one gives two hoots about john lennon anymore. the first association anyone would have to the word "beatles" would be that ugly neon- coloured car with only enough room for one beth ditto or two rihannas.
this entry only proves i have papier mache for a brain.
i am now counting the number of crystals that makes up my mom's new chandelier hanging right above me. it keeps me entertained while i make futile attempts to get through the macdonald's delivery line. when the macdonald's delivery line is clogged up, you KNOW the world is coming to an end. |
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