She doused her body with accelerant before taking a large gulp of the liquid.
Fumes brought thoughts of childhood memories of merriment with fairies and unicorns.
The scratch of the matchhead sent flames to gently embrace her frail frame.
The symphony of her crackling skin was theme music of her demise.
Although charred to the bone the singe sort of added panache to an already magnificent felo-de-se.
See?
She had lured me in by manipulating my emotions so she could rape my soul and give it AIDS.
A flip of a coin could not decide who she was.
She always landed on her edge.
I loved a girl once.
She now lives happily ever after(LIFE).
Wednesday, 27 July 2011
Monday, 25 July 2011
Samurai Honor
Armor worn out and rusty
Limbs heavy and sore
Every inch of my body aching
Washed out blood stains no longer inconspicuous
Years of battling fire breathing monsters has taken its toll on my face
Eyes erupting with self hate and repressed anger of days past
I stand still and clasp the handle of my katana
Stare into the pool of tears accumulated
And study demons and shadow dwellers which held the puppet strings to my life
The stubborn itch did not go away
It found a niche inside to rot the flesh from within
A suitable host ensured mass replication
The insurgency/immune system brewed up a storm
To swiftly erode the humanoids in power
A ripe and mature cancer sore ready to break out
A parasite with host ambitions
Still i stand there, looking and calculating
With a lil fight left in my body
I scream, "Its the last time."
No more!
Without hesitation, i plunge the katana into my stomach
Rip out the insides for microorganisms
I drift between free fall and consciousness
Lay in the warm, rouge coloured liquid carpeting the floor
Limbs heavy and sore
Every inch of my body aching
Washed out blood stains no longer inconspicuous
Years of battling fire breathing monsters has taken its toll on my face
Eyes erupting with self hate and repressed anger of days past
I stand still and clasp the handle of my katana
Stare into the pool of tears accumulated
And study demons and shadow dwellers which held the puppet strings to my life
The stubborn itch did not go away
It found a niche inside to rot the flesh from within
A suitable host ensured mass replication
The insurgency/immune system brewed up a storm
To swiftly erode the humanoids in power
A ripe and mature cancer sore ready to break out
A parasite with host ambitions
Still i stand there, looking and calculating
With a lil fight left in my body
I scream, "Its the last time."
No more!
Without hesitation, i plunge the katana into my stomach
Rip out the insides for microorganisms
I drift between free fall and consciousness
Lay in the warm, rouge coloured liquid carpeting the floor
Monday, 11 July 2011
Accidentally on purpose
"WTF did you do that for? He said 'TEQUILA!' not 'TO KILL HER!'"
You stand there looking at the being you said you loved. Lifeless. You
wonder where it all went wrong. Then it hits you (like that one time
in Math class you figured out how to solve for x). "Why in the world
does the evil angel on your shoulder speak in a Nigerian accent?"
You stand there looking at the being you said you loved. Lifeless. You
wonder where it all went wrong. Then it hits you (like that one time
in Math class you figured out how to solve for x). "Why in the world
does the evil angel on your shoulder speak in a Nigerian accent?"
Thursday, 7 July 2011
What grinds my balls
This is a first of hopefully many rants about what grinds my balls.
there are some things/people/things people do that get on my nerves/are not 'sexy'. What grind my balls:
1. So you are at a party(usually a house party), chilling, having yourself a good time. The food is great, the people are cool and there is that tits looking girl wearing that lil number who you got an eye on and she keeps glancing at you. All of a sudden, your stomach starts acting up. "What the fuck did you eat"?, you ask yourself. Now you got to stop partying and listen to your stomach rumble. UNCOOL!! So you cower into a secluded corner, let out a couple of silent farts. Out of nowhere, PEOPLE! There are on their way to "your corner" only to halt because of the toxic stench from your anus."What did they want in the frikkin corner? Oh, thats were the tub full of booze is." So you carry on doing what you were doing not giving a hoot if you violated the partiers olfactory systems. You get too comfortable breaking wind that you relax and actually SHART(shart: is when you accidentally let a lil crap out when you fart. ke raya o itshintse!). SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!! You swear it is running down your leg by now. "Got to make a dash for the exit quickfast", you tell yourself. AND thats the time the tits looking girl walks over and wants to talk to you. NOT SEXXY!!
2.You and your new(ish) lady friend are practically in the belly of a fire breathing monster. its hot and its steamy in whatever room/car/loo/park/etc you are in. There is a lot a heavy petting, kinda like when you were a teenager and your parents were not home. You(in this case the guy) be thinking "This is it. She is going to let me into her garden". Since you are a responsible guy like i know you are (AIDS KILLS. Not really, but it makes you easier to kill), you brought prophylactics. You whip out that Contempo Bareback Ultra Thin. (The record scratches out. As in hold the phone. Stop the music). "Jaanong mo ke eng?", she asks. You give her that stupid look you make when you are dumbfounded. "What are you going to use that for!?", she demands. "Well, when you unzipped my jeans, you let in some draught and my penis was getting kinda cold so i thought i would dress 'him' up warmly", you reply.
there are some things/people/things people do that get on my nerves/are not 'sexy'. What grind my balls:
1. So you are at a party(usually a house party), chilling, having yourself a good time. The food is great, the people are cool and there is that tits looking girl wearing that lil number who you got an eye on and she keeps glancing at you. All of a sudden, your stomach starts acting up. "What the fuck did you eat"?, you ask yourself. Now you got to stop partying and listen to your stomach rumble. UNCOOL!! So you cower into a secluded corner, let out a couple of silent farts. Out of nowhere, PEOPLE! There are on their way to "your corner" only to halt because of the toxic stench from your anus."What did they want in the frikkin corner? Oh, thats were the tub full of booze is." So you carry on doing what you were doing not giving a hoot if you violated the partiers olfactory systems. You get too comfortable breaking wind that you relax and actually SHART(shart: is when you accidentally let a lil crap out when you fart. ke raya o itshintse!). SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!! You swear it is running down your leg by now. "Got to make a dash for the exit quickfast", you tell yourself. AND thats the time the tits looking girl walks over and wants to talk to you. NOT SEXXY!!
2.You and your new(ish) lady friend are practically in the belly of a fire breathing monster. its hot and its steamy in whatever room/car/loo/park/etc you are in. There is a lot a heavy petting, kinda like when you were a teenager and your parents were not home. You(in this case the guy) be thinking "This is it. She is going to let me into her garden". Since you are a responsible guy like i know you are (AIDS KILLS. Not really, but it makes you easier to kill), you brought prophylactics. You whip out that Contempo Bareback Ultra Thin. (The record scratches out. As in hold the phone. Stop the music). "Jaanong mo ke eng?", she asks. You give her that stupid look you make when you are dumbfounded. "What are you going to use that for!?", she demands. "Well, when you unzipped my jeans, you let in some draught and my penis was getting kinda cold so i thought i would dress 'him' up warmly", you reply.
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