deadbolt
Rambled at
11:18 PM on Thursday, June 21, 2007 |
HaloscanHey bitch, i aint your toygun,
i don't spray my anger,
you push too far,
i'll break you down.
Life's been tiring all together, work, the stress of work, family, the stress of family. How funny all of which turns to be vice versa. After all which i still have to face myself to more sparks of sarcasm from other people. WOW, how naturally my nick seems to be depress and you people can't see it.
If you do have myopia, please consult your nearest FUCKING optician idiot. Either that get your fucking body check on your 5 bloody senses which your kindergarten teacher laid those knowledge on.
Oh ya thanks ben for understanding. thanks for the note.
The everlasting draining speaker from the mouth of the devil in the house has been rather unbareable. The tendancy of pros and cons on sucidal and on culpable homicide amounting to murder draws near to the tiny veins on the main blood vessels that consolidate in my head. It will explode like peter will blow up in heroes soon. Just like that uncle who thought he was superman on the road soon i would be flying on the same draft line as well.
how ironic i looked and i laughed and now i am becoming one.
will you be the one to explain how anger/stress management is controlled?
but you are in a bigger dilemma.
i console to that defeat.
how am i see someone who similarise just like what i am.
the i talk all about my self you go fcuk off and die attitude.
how the tendacy of that someone asking if you're alright meant as precious as how many people commit in these dumb folly things.
hey 'family', you are bullshit yeah. you thank god in singapore you ain't allow to carry arms around. wow you should count that a blessing. oh ya count it, you are old, soon you will pop 6 feet under and i will help by saying bye. but so this brains thinks of more things to destroy. you just need some menopause pills bitch. get them watsons just down stairs. either that or you can go freeload from my mother who sells it anyway like what you always so.
and you dont shout like me like when i was 16. when i was stilla folly stupid son of a bitch who was worked as a maid at home. hey its different now, i will pop your bloddy god damn mother fucker ass into those bars asshole. now you are no more king. FOR I AM YOUR GOD BITCH. and you as well my favourite go find mother and get those pills for your period bastard.
oh ya on the lighter note, i am not so saddistic. RIGHT~
