A Noble Conjecture

I constantly torment myself with my burgeoning intelect...sometimes I wet my pants.

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Location: Gomorah, Sodom

I recognise my indulgence in alcohol is a cause of concern. I am equally distraught at my incorrigible insistence to partake in the celebration of my continued sluggish state brought upon by self inflicted and militaristic penchant for mindless mutilation. And you may go ahead and assume that God loves you more but He wants you to know that I am still his favourite.

Monday, October 02, 2006

I Cannot


She told me to at least try but I said...

I don't think I can un-think about you

I don't think I can un-feel your touch

I don't think I can un-hear all the words

...un-say all the things that used to mean so much...

I wish I could un-remember...

everything I've been through

I'm finding this an impossible task to do...

I think I can't un-love you...

So, here's to you and good luck.

6 Comments:

Blogger bastard united said...

thats so sweet....awwww...........

Monday, 02 October, 2006  
Blogger sour milk said...

it sounds angry, the catch is that he's secretly giving her a middle finger when she says "try".

Monday, 02 October, 2006  
Blogger Demented said...

bastard united : yeah. im all sweetness.

sour milk : hmmmm...i dont know.

Wednesday, 04 October, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

if i interpret this correctly, i swear this has to do with your relationship with a certain establishment?? no?

Wednesday, 04 October, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

apahal tok pok? macam sembilu 3 ajak eh.

Wednesday, 04 October, 2006  
Blogger Demented said...

st mike : no.

anon : aku emosi tok pok. emosi III.

Thursday, 05 October, 2006  

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