(Thursday, September 21, 2006)
got myself all swelled up for a fucking walk at the mall tonight so i could get myself something, whatever. be it books, records, porn, sandals, boardshorts, gadgets, whatever. it's like an itch in on wound, you know it's gonna scar permanently, but to scratch it with utmost force seems like the epitome of the whole fucking situation.
the world loves dramatic ending. with a punch.
back to my room, i was all prepared to leave the fucking house, to fucking retreat into an neglectful cosmic, pleanty of room of absent crowd and attention and fuck all, the spur of mood just fucking bouyed away like talibans in afganistan. probably faster, i don't know.
the world adores a supersonic revolution.
so it was complete jack off because i didn't really want to go out anymore but i already changed and bathed coherently for the apparent exile. instead i anchor my butt on the couch doing some reading queen of the damned which i have been doing for almost 4 months, while watching television. the programs wasn't invitationally interesting nor funny. charlie sheen was in a sitcom that was too cliche and a local reality show with G's friend in it was as good as watching well-oiled wrestlers trying to lick their elbow, ridiculously nominal.
the world should fucking try to outlive that reality tv show phase. and CSI too. those fucking geeks.
the shift wasn't prolong and now i'm here, listening to dave mattews which i have not done for eons, rhetorically blogging without a foul or acrimonious issue to compel but still writing for the sake of sordid retrospective humour. yeah, as if things are unceremonial yet again.
the world needs a day off from calamity.
10:37 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
