Monday, May 01, 2006
fish is f. that's all.
When was the last time i cursed? Okay just five minutes ago. When was the last time i hurled vulgarities? Oh, all the time. When was the last time i busted my eardrums? Long time back, but i'm pumping it up now. Heck neighbours. Heck Good Neighbours campaign.
Pent up.
Now, it's really tricky if you don't know what or who's your target. If you don't care, go ahead and shoot aimlessly. Gun them down at point blank, whoever. If you're held back, like me -- which sucks more than having to put up with prefucktentious people you meet everywhere you go (i can verify that) -- then put the gun down. Or at least, empty the barrel.
It's not worth it, that's the most i can say.
Too much. Too much dirt particles mock the permeability of the filter membrane i've erected. I've let them come and go many times, many times, many times. Flow in, float out, back in, out, 'round the clock they never take a break or cut me slack, any at all. Now clogged up, they have nowhere else to shit in. In fact, i've a good mind to hurl the whole load of shit back at them. What them am i talking about? I don't know, i hardly bother to find out.
I probably need my much-needed-much-forgotten punching bag, scratch post, office paper for shredding, matchsticks for happytreefriends bonfire, my middle finger, my black mask i'm donning once again, just that. And i don't need a mincer anymore, i'll leave my words as they are.
Or i might just start writing on the walls again and start whining to God about all of you and while i do all that, you stay away.
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fara // 22:11
fish is f. that's all.
When was the last time i cursed? Okay just five minutes ago. When was the last time i hurled vulgarities? Oh, all the time. When was the last time i busted my eardrums? Long time back, but i'm pumping it up now. Heck neighbours. Heck Good Neighbours campaign.
Pent up.
Now, it's really tricky if you don't know what or who's your target. If you don't care, go ahead and shoot aimlessly. Gun them down at point blank, whoever. If you're held back, like me -- which sucks more than having to put up with prefucktentious people you meet everywhere you go (i can verify that) -- then put the gun down. Or at least, empty the barrel.
It's not worth it, that's the most i can say.
Too much. Too much dirt particles mock the permeability of the filter membrane i've erected. I've let them come and go many times, many times, many times. Flow in, float out, back in, out, 'round the clock they never take a break or cut me slack, any at all. Now clogged up, they have nowhere else to shit in. In fact, i've a good mind to hurl the whole load of shit back at them. What them am i talking about? I don't know, i hardly bother to find out.
I probably need my much-needed-much-forgotten punching bag, scratch post, office paper for shredding, matchsticks for happytreefriends bonfire, my middle finger, my black mask i'm donning once again, just that. And i don't need a mincer anymore, i'll leave my words as they are.
Or i might just start writing on the walls again and start whining to God about all of you and while i do all that, you stay away.
fara // 22:11
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