blankwithoutyou

0304. if life were like taking a ride on the different horses round the carousel, i'll be the one on the horse that was fixed upside down by a terrible misjudgement of whoever build that damn carousel in the first place.

my horse is like freaking topsy turvy. imagine me saddling on the stomach of a horse that has reeled over with 4 (or 5, if you know what i mean) of its once mighty legs pointing to the sky. and not to mention... prolly even deader than a dead man lying dead in a coffin and waiting to be buried.

i feel that im almost always at the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong people doing the wrong things; be it school or work, in short - living the wrong life!

to ken: i know, i know. i'll be impartial. there are people who are worse off, damn true. some of them have their horses legless, eyeless, gay, eaten or whatever. yours is... headless. no direction no aim no goal no whatsoever. or maybe canned horse would be more appropriate, much alike your canned tuna - you'll never get to where you wanna go if you dont open it up.

to lez: NOPE, nothing to do with necrophilia and/or bestiality (from all the riding and the dead horse's legs) if that's what you have in that endless abyss of innuendos and dirty jokes you call your mind. the fissures in your brains are prolly glued together by bodily juices produced during procreation. means your brain is always having an intercourse with whatever thoughts its conjuring in it. haha. er, gross. ANYWAY, let's fucking meet up already, slut!

to whoever is reading (whose names i did not mention so as to keep your identity confidential because you might be underaged and there could be criminals like sex offenders or stalkers preying on innocent, naive young people on the internet like you... yea right, you keep on dreaming you're THAT young! the most dangerous being here is prolly none other than lez anyway, no big deal yea? haha): the week seems to drone on and on. and it's only tuesday, dammit. haiz. i was joking. i dont really give a shit about your protection. it's just that i dont know who else is reading. mom? you reading this? no?

parting shot... jolly well do what your instincts tell you. use your reflexes and leap out of the way when you sense trouble coming right straight at'cha. like me. i used MY reflexes. time for you to use YOURS!

yup kinda, im feeling random here. i admitted it, happy now?

g'nite everyone.