Filed under: Uncategorized
PURPLEEEEEE HAZEE DONT KNOWWWWWWWWWW IF ITTTTTTTS DAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY OR NIGHTTTTTTTTTTT.
I WANTTTTTTTTTTTTT MY FIXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX SOOOOOOOOOOOO BADLYYYYYYYYYYY CAFFEINEEE MIXEDDD WITHT OTHERR THIGNGS JSUT MAAAKE ME HIGGGGH BUTT NO QUITEEE THE SAMEEEEE.
LET MMMME SMOOKE MORE UNFILTEREEDSSS AND KISSS STHE SKYYYYY
LEEEEEET ME STRUMMMM MY AIR GUITAAAAR ANDDD LET ME SSSSSNORT NUTMEGG POWDERR UP MY BEAUTIFULLLLLL NOSSSSSSSSE YOU LOSERSSSSS WILLL NEEVER HAVE……..
THERERE’S THISSSS BITTTER TASSSTE IN MYY MOTUH.
JIMI HENDRIXXXX GTTS ME SOOO HIGHGGG PURPLE HAZEEEEE
THRS A GREENN HAZZE IIIN MY HEADDD FLOATTTING ME AROUNDDDD ID ROLLLL DOWN THE STAIRSS AND DANCCCCCCCE IN THE STEREET WOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOO
SOMEBODDY GETT ME CODEEINE AND BENDRYLLLLLLLL
LETT ME EEEEEL GOOOODD AGAIANNNNNN
HELLLO PPPPUKIMAKEIIIIII I LOVEEE YOUJ SO MUCHC WHHHHHHHHY DIDDDNT YOU ANSSWER MY CALLSS HOW DAREE YOU I AMMM THE GODDDESSSS OF CLOUDSSSSS PRAAAAY TO ME FORR RAAAIN YOOOOOU INCUBUSSSS WE WILLLL DANCEE AND GET MARRRIED AND GOO LIVEE IN AMSSTERDAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
STTTRUSM AIRRRRRR GUIITAR PURPLE HAZZCE.
NNNNOOOBODY REEJECTS ME. OVEEEEERT REEJECTION IN MY TDBEAUTIFUL GCFACE BY EMAUSOL!!!!!!!! I’LLL MMMMAUL YOU,,,,, ADMISDDDIONS OFFCICER! YOOUU SLUTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOOOOOOW NOW, WHHHHHHHOS UP TO GO BORRRRRING PSBS WITH MEEEE OOOOORRRRR EXPLLLLLORE VIEEEYNAM AND LAAAAAOS WWWITH ME!!!!!! YOOOOU’REE INVIVTED IFF YOU MALLE AND HAVVVEEEE DIMMPLEOS AAND CREDDDIT CARDSS TOO BOOK FLGIGHT TICKETS!!!!!!!! I SWWEAR I WONT MAKEE YOU WAALK IN THE FIELDSSAND STEPE ON BOMBSS SO YOURR LEGS WONT BEEEE BLWOWN OFFF!!!!!!!
GGGIME A CALL IFF YOURR INTEREEEEDTERD OK, FOOO SHIZCLE DIZZLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHRRAPNEL AND SSSOUP I WILLL TRRAVEEL THEE WORLD WITHHHH MY DAUGHETER AND NOOOOOOOT BE BOGGGED FDOWN BYYYY COMMMITMENENTYS.
SHRRAPNEL SOUUUP AND LOVVE. ALLLL WE NEEED IS LOVE LOVVVE WILLL KEEEEP USS ALIVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
LEEET ME FRRY YOOOUR INNARDSS IN TALLLOW AND EAAT THEM WTUH CENTRRUY EGGG PORRUDGE1
Filed under: love
i wish i could clone you. i’d clone you and insert tiny you inside my womb, my cradle of life, and nurture you for nine beautiful months, where it’d just be you and me. and then i’d give birth, in a struggle of love, pain, life, and death, i’d finally pop you out, where i’d follow the swahili custom of being the first to look deep into your eyes, so the connection between us would be further cemented into something more than love, more than mere lovers, more than mere mother-child bonds.
i’d raise you to read all the books you never read or wanted to read. i’d cultivate your temper so that it’d accommodate mine. the world would never exist. our world would be so private you’d never look at any other female again. i’d love you, i’d love you, i’d give you all the love you needed. no need for wings, so you’ll never fly away. never fly away, no never again. no way.
i love you this much.
i’d teach you to type Short Message Services with no ellipses, to type absolute proper English, and i’d teach you the finer workings of being insane. you’d be flighty like me, and you’d understand me wordlessly, even if i rant and rave at you during insane moments. i’d be the sanest person in the world. together we’d weep at the pain of the world and not be ashamed of our feelings. not afraid that such feelings weren’t macho, or whatever words that modern day invents to laugh at us. i’d learn to sleep with someone on the bed, and i’d grow so accustomed to the sound of your breathing and you me, so that we’d be inseparable till the day i died. and because of our age difference i’d die earlier before you did, so you’d be free from my chains once i died.
we’d someday go to the all the museums in the world and marvel at all the amazing art things and then caper away in glee. and when i start panting you will piggyback me and i will fall asleep on your shoulder seeing the sights of the world. maybe i’ll even die of joy.
poof. gone! reality calls. what a awful ringtone.
Filed under: raging
where my temper stems from, it is obviously from my father.
gee. screaming matches always result in me crying.
v v v v v v v v vv v v v v vvv v v v v angry.
WHO THE HELL WATCHES SOUP BOIL???? FOR TWO, THREE HOURS?
WHY WOULD I WANT TO BURN DOWN YOUR EXPENSIVE HOUSE?
there’s a hole in me where my soul should be. sold my soul and got it back, raped and tattered. souls are white cloths when just created. mine’s just a black sheet with splotches of green, red, and blue around the edges.
never used to believe in the concept of a soul, but i guess the emptiness in me that i always think can be filled by the presence of a child is where the soul should be. a soul in place of another; the beauty of replacement.
some people spend their lives chasing wealth, addictions, trophies, goals………
i spend mine yearning for a child to fill up that hole in me i created.
it makes me feel worse everyday, knowing that this hole in me was torn apart by my own hands.
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i envy the innocence of childhood.
i brought hailey down to feed the fish in the water feature downstairs, and it really is heartwarming to see a child fling pieces of bread into the water and see her smile at the fish fighting for bread.
her face lights up with laughter and her hands come to me outstretched for more bread. it brings a smile to my face, even if i express annoyance when she puts her hands into the water to try and move the bread that the fish fail to see(and eat). i miss the days where i used to do that too.
being an older sister makes me panic when she does that, and i screech warnings of WATER PARASITES and DIRTY at her, even if she doesn’t understand a word of what i say and continues to to splash water at me.
of course, i make a mental note to tell the maid to give her a thorough washing of her hands with anti-bacterial soap……………………..
i long for a hailey of my own too.
(with two dimples and my nose and eyes)
Filed under: complaints
there is a nagging pain in the middle of my back. i cannot lie down without a turn eliciting tears from my eyes. my palms and the soles of my feet are clammy from the pain, and i cannot sit nor lie down properly.
i would give anything to stop this nagging pain. this is worse than a period.
痛死我了
Filed under: random musing[of the hour]
i have a new theory on relationships(so sex in the city right).
The Cockroach Theory states that for a relationship to start and be remotely successful, at least one party must be unafraid of cockroaches(and willing to kill them). If both parties are afraid of cockroaches, then the relationship will be doomed from the start.
okay. i know i’m the worst person to expound anything on relationships because i leave after one month, but who cares. the underlying theory is that two wimps cannot be together.
imissyou.
Filed under: heartache
i’m sure if we all knew what was going in all of our minds, we’d all be very angry with each other.
i think i’d be lambasted if anyone knew.
sigh.
Filed under: photos
doesn’t feel as good as it used to. sigh.
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typed out a really long post but i decided posting pictures would be better.
sometimes i say too much. tsk.
words betray my feelings, yet i can’t say what i really want to say.
sigh.
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