Muse

3 months was definitely a bliss in disguise.
im still sitting here wondering...

what happened to all my roadtrips?
what happened to my diet plans?
what happened to my 'i-wanna-drive-around'?
what happened to the numerous yamcha sessions?

well. mom happened.

the feeling of you being jerked down away from those fantasies is a tad too cruel for me.
so i thought i would have to make my own fantasies in my own confined space of my bedroom. i began seeing jas feeding me expresso at 3am in the morning. then jol appeared in the scene with __ and they started fooling around. my house suddenly became everyone's playground.

*lucky rich wasnt in it or it would have evolved into a nightmare...pheww!*


and the phone rings.. (mom calling my hp from d/stairs)
and we are thankful for technology once again.

but the work of the restless mind do not stop there. the hot afternoons were great for a lie in the bed, watching the hanging ornaments twirl.

and the sudden rage and need to slice and break necks surfaced. and the joy in seeing their bodies go limp. and the symphony of their screams. the satiation of imposing death and the rush of adrenaline in the eyes.



damn. hibernation bring out the sadist in me.