Doesn't That Reek Disability.

Franchise of an anonymous emotion expanding like houses of fast selling hot cakes. It all begins with the tongue. Perhaps this should be driven through a different course to avoid misinterpretation. Just as how one can imagine the form of a cinnamon roll, one can too get a sniff of it. Hands, hands, feet, feet. It moves as such that it comes to many different forms. Denial and back forms of unsent spaces shall bloom into a new choreography. Let moments be captured in a blast as one would say to lightnings and blondes. Ta.

So Says Hunter S. Thompson.

We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.

A Thank You Bear.

Lies and betrayals presented forcefully,

A thank you bear I shall give in return,

It shall be considered as,
Cuddling thorns with fire.

Her name; Karma.

She will burn,

She will rip,

She will hurt.

Twice the pain forced upon.

For none I did but watch,

For all I watch in smiles.

Green & Tall.

Unfortunately, I am not the type of person who likes taking down numbers for the fun of it like others do unless I truly wish to get to know that person well. Even if I do truly wish to get to know a specific person well, there's always that debate in my mind on whether I am brave enough to ask for a way of contact.

Unfortunately, nobody settles for the average. That's what I realized after going to different clubs for many wasted nights. It isn't just at clubs, it applies everywhere. A person has to be either on the extreme end of being close to the center of attention or all the way to the exit of a room to be deemed likeable. Perhaps the word is not likeable, but helps seeds curiosity for others to grow in wonder (a.k.a. being mysterious).

Unfortunately, yin - yang is true. With such a great white of the yin being the goodness of love, there's always the dark side of yang clinging close by hovering with all it's vices. For each good thing that can be said about love, there will be the reverse to it as well. With much care and protection, comes jealousy and doubt. With much sacrificial actions, comes more expectation and disappointment. Need I go on?

Unfortunately, there are many evil people in this world. Funny I mentioned many, whereas it should really be 'all'. I just need the minimum of ten bullets to make the world (at least my world), a slightly better place. Bang to bitches and bastards who know not the definition of secrets. Bang to fuck-holes who force their gravity on others. I'll bang each one of you motherfuckers down to the point of hell for you don't deserve life. Who am I to judge but you should have had seconds thoughts to the consequence of your actions.

Drum Troopers

They smack rhythmic beats worthy of moving asses. However, nothing appears as it could be in front of eyes showing beauty, expressing reality. Twice fell, thrice lifted. It's a coaster, rolling carts through swoops and swirls, dips and ducks. Knowing it all, thinking it true, yet truth be thought, nothing is known. Do not imagine and picture pictures of colorful intimacy when imagination ceases to exist in realities of utter darkness. Black cunning clouds of doom fucks the inner cores of left-over humanity. A stage, staging a stage. Prove desires of wanting being only. A dangerous word it can be; only. Jesus said we should put more priority to the things that comes out rather than the things which goes in the mouth. For whatever goes in, comes out - what comes out, stays out till it returns back in. Butterfly effect rings a bell? Do not swing the tongue like a loose dagger for injuries would then be inevitable. Think it through, feel it thoroughly, before words be let slipped and a heart gets broken. Aside to the long-pressed lefty written rant, see through double finely cut delicacies. A take two in a one take shot. Pause on hold for a chin down thought. When the loner plays her part, she would feel the tortures of forceful reminiscence. It's sad but nature is beyond our control, and so is death. Play what's paused, two for one for sharing be caring. Skip that, moments to be cherished.

Front Followed Fiend.

They speak and they've said anything would allow everything in existence. They lied. All is turning around and all is coming down. Nobody can catch us. We will all fall. We will die. So much said on motherfucking lies. Bastards shall burn to the ground in death. Let oil rip their eyes out in tears and wails of screaming children be their mourn. Fuck them all. Them who judge without seeing the unseen. Condemned. Fuck them all. Them who comfort with crossed fingers. Them who know nothing pretending something. Fuck them all. Them who allow talks be larger and more prominent than walks. Especially them who over promise and under deliver, or don't deliver at all. Fuck them all. Fuck them who accepts but never gives. Fuck them all. No one is worth it. All will fall and perish in this rage. All will die and burn and bleed and get fucked in the minds. Nobody will be exempted. Humanity in it's most whole. When bodies are linked by hands, when peace is so called upon 'us' all. I say fuck them all. The imperfectness of humanity. We fell, we fall, we will fall. Fuck us all. I give up. Time ticks in accordance to the will of smiles. When smiles and jokes be set aside, when the tones be turned down, when everything is left behind; the final disappearing act shall be performed. Let everything be organized that there be no marks left behind. The mark of the heart can be only taken by time. First smile left me when I saw that flicker go missing. That flicker which represents the hope have upon me. Second smile left me when new flickers appear. Everything is heading down that drain, be in the goodness or the cruelty of life. Be it.

All Is Cold.

Long awaited.

Eyes. Feet. Lips. Teeth. Brows. Hair. Nose. Fingers. Ears. Neck. Chest. All is cold. None left. Where's the heat? Where's the love? Where's the life? All is cold. None left for no one. The box hangs low down the unearthed ground. It feels very much strange knowing the sun shines upon the lost. Providing a ray acting as a guided path towards the Ultimate. Be it exist. Now that it is done, it cannot be undone. We can miss, we can cry, we can die. Nothing can be done to undo the happened.

Long awaited.

Anger and rage swapping hurt and grief. Like players of musical chairs. They take turns. A whirlpool of red, black, and grey. Swirl, swirl, swirl. Colors and lies unfurl. Out the mouth be it slurred. Like cigarette stained fucking lies. Come crashing/pulling down the path of destruction. Knocking lives aside by side. It feels as if the end is near. All giving way; set loose upon the fallen ground. Sucking all that is beneath the sun enforcing up forth negativity. Fall, further down the ground, deep down. Give up, she calls.