:: phwoar ! ::
Wah ok so like that corner of my room is totally cleaned up now and i even got down to wiping the dirt off myself :
...i think even the maid was surprised.
Wuehehe hmmm my cd's were collecting dust anyway and i noticed that i hardly ever rummage through them for any good reason so i guess leaving them stacked on the floor'll be a good idea. My books now have a nice home where my cd's used to be.
...then i found alot of the old things.
Like stuff i really needed to let go of. They came in plastics, they came in paper. Some were glossed and others were not. Alot of them wore smiles that greeted me with a really uncomfortable sense of familiarity.
...i just couldn't smile back the way i used to.
I held them above the empty can and i looked one last time. The only way i could actually let go was if i threw them in with such a force that the din made from the impact rang on throughout my head and echoed on for what seemed to be hours.
I burnt them all.
...even though i told Merv i was dancing around the flaming can, in truth all i did was sit by the bed and watch the fires claim your face.
Good things will always come with pain-
'tis a lesson always dealt in strain.
Anyway fuck that shit, why ? Because my room is fuxxing clean.
I smile once more. :D
_
spoken. at 2:50 PM
Wah ok so like that corner of my room is totally cleaned up now and i even got down to wiping the dirt off myself :
...i think even the maid was surprised.
Wuehehe hmmm my cd's were collecting dust anyway and i noticed that i hardly ever rummage through them for any good reason so i guess leaving them stacked on the floor'll be a good idea. My books now have a nice home where my cd's used to be.
...then i found alot of the old things.
Like stuff i really needed to let go of. They came in plastics, they came in paper. Some were glossed and others were not. Alot of them wore smiles that greeted me with a really uncomfortable sense of familiarity.
...i just couldn't smile back the way i used to.
I held them above the empty can and i looked one last time. The only way i could actually let go was if i threw them in with such a force that the din made from the impact rang on throughout my head and echoed on for what seemed to be hours.
I burnt them all.
...even though i told Merv i was dancing around the flaming can, in truth all i did was sit by the bed and watch the fires claim your face.
Good things will always come with pain-
'tis a lesson always dealt in strain.
Anyway fuck that shit, why ? Because my room is fuxxing clean.
I smile once more. :D
_
spoken. at 2:50 PM
