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| by comrade commissar | Thomas | @ Sunday, December 25, 2005, 6:24:00 AM | permalink |
 Hey.... Oh. Hi. What are you brooding about? Nothing. I'm just- ah. Thinking. About things. Uh-huh. Very informative. The word of the day is "Details". Its just.. I was reflecting on what I was doing last year this time and.. painful lah. How bad was it? Like a limb lost? Disaster of epic portions? A case of Oedipus Syndrome discovered too late? Its- OEI! I don't do mums lah you sick idiot. Whatever was going on in your head man. Ugh. Excuse me. You DO. I- but that's a good reason to make an exception what I won't do anything to the kid its part of my personal "no paedophilia" stance. ANYWAY. It was all wrong. Like a Shakespearean drama deep in the tragic scenes. Like a terminal case with no cure in sight. Melancholia so thick the taste is on your tong-  OK, OK. I get it.Its just.. I think back and.. lemme finish up my drink first. Its just that I wish I'm going through Nietzsche's eternal return you know? A one-off pass through the linear timescale is about as solid as a candle flame flicker. It was a golden epoch from 23rd December 2002 right till the lights went out all across Europe and will never be on again in our lifetimes in November 2004. Everything after that is like a boyband's popularity gone south. Like 98 Degrees. Yeah just like 98 De.. who's that? Two years, blink-blink-oneeightytwo-times flew by just like that, living that fleeting fraction worth of experience just once is like trying to visualise how the cranium looks like from looking at a single CAT scan image. I want to relive those years and reedit the storyline. And they live happily after, in a magical kingdom without end.  Don't we all?People like Daniel.. Moses.. Joseph get divine advance notices - "What up. Heads' up bro, divinity forecasts say seven years famine after the seven ones of plenty." I woke up one morning thinking WTF yesterday it was 'we' now I'm left with 'me', or what's left of me. Slow down, you're slurring. But what does it matter? And the things of this earth will grow strangely dim, if you agree. True true. Well, 14:59. What's next?
Next stop, rapture. All passengers going to new heaven and earth please alight. Amen Rev. Everything's getting dark from the ecplising already. Did you see that air squadron of sus domesticus whoosh by in delta formation?  I was too busy observing Cineleisure being engulfed in brimstone sorry.Where? Wow. That's cool too. Stupid angelic trumpets blaring so loud. Oh yeah! Merry Christmas I didn't catch your name earlier! You are!? My name's- *** |
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