Monday, September 1, 2008

you try to hold on but it's too late- i'm gone



sometimes when you put your clothes out to dry, it rains.
therefore, buy a dryer.

but then again, some of us may not be as fortunate as others, so one good idea i can think of off the top of my head (which does not usually happen frequently, so you can count on it) would be to wear the clothes out and have some fun.

go bowling? no, too chilly.
go for dinner at straits kitchen? no, too informal.
go kbox? no, electronic devices are dangerous.
go play soccer at the brink of a canal filled with watery rage? yes.

"as seen by the angle of the adolescent's foot upon contact with the ball, we can deduce that perhaps he intended for the ball to fall into the canal.

maybe all he wanted was his friend to die. "

damn it i overshot the 100-word limit.

kneels

extract from a convo between two like-minded malcontents:

automatic eyes says:
suicide rates in sgp not very flattering you know right
automatic eyes says:
all it takes is this kind of bizarre thing for people to wake up and say something's not right
Fingers in the blackbird pie says:
hahahhaha it's kinda sad though
Fingers in the blackbird pie says:
i mean it's like totally no reason then went to commit suicide

there is always a reason.

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