junk establishment
(Sunday, December 25, 2005)
check out my room.
look at the fucking mess. it looks like that after i cleaned it. for 2 hours.
i'm moving to a new place very soon.
we, humans tend to bury things in our room. things with sentimental values. unworthy things. mainly obtained as repugnant gifts then it severely clogs up spaces in our room. going through old stuff is like going on an adventure in jurassic park; there's no hint what you might stumble upon. decomposed letter from friends, old photos, and such. do we just love to burden ourselves with so much irrelevants which sting our emotions so eloquently? the time defying pieces reminds us that we have once had something, be it life, friends, lovers, families et cetera. an evidence of love. but we are bound to have one too many of those, and it indelibly hijacks space and pile into a moutain of emotional burden.
though, we can't just cut the pain shorter and dump it into the garbage can right after. we dwell deep into our hearts and hesitate the period which we mourn for a new present. you know, too good for the dustbin but there's no way to galvanized it for accurate suiting.
an old present, to me, is just as obscene as the rest of the junk in a recycling centre. i've never develope romance for things that doesn't apprehend substancial functions. what the fuck is an old birthday card good for? ass wipe? towel? or maybe to perpetually fulfill sexual desire? (how the fuck do i know the how the fuck can an old card turn you on?).
here's 3 basic rules on whether it should or shouldn't go down the dustbin:
1) if it doesn't hail a bus for you, throw it away!
2) if it does hail a bus for you, throw it away for flying fuck's sake!
3) if you think you might by a slightest chance might probably maybe somehow get laid for having it, you're wrong. throw it away already.
p/s: oh yeah... the fossil condoms from your 18th birthday, has expired if you haven't use it already. throw it away too. well of course, unless you want to chew.
