drugs for the hypersensitive disloyal fat bandmember
(Wednesday, February 15, 2006)
city centre. local bar. the girl's expression is best described as chaos. every single petite form of facial signs carved meticulously throughout her better years in life was significantly absent yesternight. her single deadly glance can unroot a fucking tree, make it sprint almost unorthodoxy and jump into a sea for cover. and she turned that ultimate deadly 'liquid nitrogen' glance right to her boyfriend's eye. he, on the other hand, felt rather hungry and irritated by her hostile look. the simple fucking fact that he forgot to make plans were elusive to his sense of logic. actually, he's just plain fucking stupid.
uptown. restaurant. 3 more couples and it's their turn to evade the long queue. at last. she's shivering from the cold wind. bored, and tired from standing. 'at least he's around', she thought. he's never have more guilt in his life, ever. even with her passive allowance of anger. he should have that, or he should have there, but not here. the blame lies nowhere but on himself. actually, he's plain fucking stupid too.
on the way to town. car. unexplainable clogging of traffic (actually, it was explainable, the fucking rain you see...) raised the tension and further frustration. in the emotional tight ambience, he was secretly hoping for a sexual oral pleasure. she was secretly horny too, because she was about to cap a round of .38 revolver into his guilty as hell ass. he's about to feel fucking stupid in a matter of seconds.
downtown. apartment. while watching porn, he was worried about her abstinence act on the noon. the notion of hope transform into a solemnity. jerking off doesn't change a thing but he single-mindedly tells himself it'll cures his sore heart. for the 5th time.
downtown. terrace. someone is fucking crying at the corner of the room and it was no other than her. oh well, she could cry a fucking river but he bloody well won't notice her. there was no if only. the cunt just won't fucking notice her existance. period. she slits her wrist so profusely the rush pain almost feels ecstatic.
somewhere. room. she had the most memorable orgasm of her life, which was pleasantly followed by his peak of arousement. bing bang boom, they cuddle each other lovingly and dream the night away.
that's not just valentine's day. it might as well be everyday. but we thought valentine's day is diverse. we thought things diversly, no?
2:00 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
