"A call for penance cracks in the hands of a stranger ; rescue me to come back, [while] a call for deliverance [is the ] ghosts in the air that we breath ; watching our every last word… " - Craig B, ‘A Simple Process of Elimination’.
" walaupun tiada kena mengena tapi;
what a coincidence, i’m turning a quarter of century old soon & i’m going mental annnnnnd my bonda is literally going mental around me.
glad to know that i’m not alone in this, ha ha ha!" n. Friday, June 08, 2007 at 7:29 AM
" i guess semua orang ada masalah.
parents aku ok. i have the best parent, walaupun tak kaya. tapi aku ada problem dealing w/ my own, that i think it’s not normal, …. banding dgn orang lain.
aku jadi dengki dengan orang, dengan masa yang diorang ada, rutin diorang, duit diorang, awek diorang…. and then they said, parents diorang berantakan, tak macam parents aku.
diorang nak trade parents dgn aku. "good, now gimme all your money…"
but in the end, it’s better if we start to listening to each other and help each other, except for the fact i got no credit. yang tinggal ialah panggilan kecemasan, …. or the last coin on phone booth, w/ self-tortured voice di akhir track ‘a simple process of elimination’." - yours truly, Friday, June 08, 2007 at 7:54 AM
so the story;
i get into my room looking at my mag work i did for past one year, that is thick as hell,… but it’s the last 5 months that i realized my life went completely out of the norm. i never do a thing about it. i dont know where all the moneys gone, but still i look unstuffed. desire went out with horrible people, see how strong they stand. desire stripped naked in front of me, but she’s with someone else, kissed someone else, make me open the book of Kasner, … in 6 months you’re under my spell and pentagram. unfortunately , blood didnt came with purple. it’s butterfly fall with displeasure. surrounding by moths.
pain ; get used to it.
the next day i cant move my arms, my legs, i cant think anything intelligent, ….
i cant do thing but want to do many thing.
there came logic that this struggle coupled with an almost superhuman ability to dodge the zeitgeist have taken its toll.
there goes my money flow to the drain, looking it’s life ruined.
to evariel, would you like to go back to my kampung, meet my parents as a trade? not then, would you suggest me anyone else? who can drive me not nut? i’m about to move in less than 10 days.
and when we come back, they’ll look onto our eyes, not around the eyes, don’t look around the eyes, look into our eyes. .. and with a click of finger, they’re under.