(Friday, May 06, 2005)
at the beginning, it was a tiny crack. smaller than a 5 cent coin. more or less almost invisible. 3 days later, the crack on my windshield expanded into a few inches. more recently, the crack is longer than one between J'Lo's ass. yes, THAT LONG. it'll cost me a fortune to stay get it replaced. my heart was as shattered and i gave up washing my car. everytime i looked at my car, all i see is a big as fuck line, much more emphasized mentally than it is physically on my windshield.
out of the blue, my car is stained by something i'd not know how to describe so i have to wash it myself. due to my cash tight condition. i'm no wizard like merlin or berlin or lilin -whatever his name is, but i sure as hell know i'm a more eloquent and skillful magican than him. despite i don't need the usual yabba-dabba-doo or abacedabera crap, the percentage of success is 89%, plus white cloak is just to look more pleasent, somehow people you're a pro. everytime i tend/want to watch my clothes or car, sky never fails to turn dark, dark clouds gathering outta nowhere, taking over the blue shades moment by moment. then they wait, anticipating the moment i start to wash my car. looking at me from their spying palace like a predator waiting for it's prey to fill-in the distance gap, know that will be achieve in the matter of time.
as usual i would wash my car/clothes, then instantly it'll pour like it had never rain before, like BOSSSSSSH!!!
bah bah black sheep, one little two little three little...
where was i again? yeah, BOSSSSSSHHHHH!!! highly impossible but nontheless factual. it is just me of the sound of the rain now sounds like some cruel laughter?
8:53 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
