on the telephone line I am anyone I am anything I want to be I could be a super model or Norman Mailer And you wouldn't know the difference On the telephone line, I am any height I am any age I want to be I could be a caped crusader, or space invader And you wouldn't know the difference Or would you?
You hear, you read, you see, you think, you believe?
it really baffles me that some people actually strive to be irritating. The arrogance and vile attitude just disgusts my entire body. Even my bowels start to shrivel and the shit in my rectum bellows to be flushed down the pipes.
What is it that is so special about you? What must it take for you to take off the golden crown off your abominable scalp? When would you walk off your self righteous throne? The red carpet fitted with gold, silver and rhimestones has already been laid, yet by keeping silent, the carpet is destroyed.
I will not be the one that will vanquish the demon you are. You will be the fall of yourself.
fuck you.
[ Mosh the Toemato ] 6:38:00 PM
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Sunday, January 15, 2006
What I did in school today. LOBO.
My family and I were doing some grocery shopping at Lot1 and I could hear this continuous, faint gasps; "ah maaa... ah maaa.. ah maaa..." Sieving through the crowds, i find this indian boy with a toy bus firmly locked in his tiny hands.
My bro: eh i think he's lost.
Me: cannot be lar. he's not crying. doesnt look worried too.
We walk towards the carpark and bumped into my mum. She looked puzzled. Mum: eh this indian woman very strange lo. she ask me where's her son but she just keep standing here.
We pointed out to her where her son was and she took like 10 steps forward and somehow lost the power to move her legs. Firmly rooted to the ground, somehow waiting for her son to appear.
I walk up to her, gesturing her to follow me and leads her to her son. She says thank you and leaves.
If i were to lose my son, I'd start running around the places looking for him.