Sunday, September 07, 2008
Culpable isn't it ?
I just woke up, this very minute due to terrible headache.
I shall not portray that slug face for missing the chance doing volunteering for Aviva. Those ear piercing and face smacking impact I've gotten yesterday was such a blow that any human would definitely feel disoriented. The ultimate reason for the great headache.

And every visual seems worst than Freddy Krueger strolling in Elm Street. Perhaps that's how it feels like having a stalker. Sometimes, images just play repetitively in mind on how aggressive one could get. Sweaty palms replaced the ever moisturize texture each time goosebumps formed.
Each time I saw you creeping near me, I'll started to increase the pace and initially it turned to a light jog, unintentionally. I've never imagine that it could turn this sour. I've swallowed every bitter crumb of the whole ingredients. Have you?
Sadly, I'm known as a cyborg.
You've pictured me as one. Therefore, I own no feelings. I'm sorry if I disappoint you.
toodles ++
Signing off @ 2:10:00 am |
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