lounge act.

what would you say if i said i'm going to buy this place,
and set it on fire?

watch it fall,
and make a pattern out of the falling debris in your hair.

now would you run if i said i'm going to tape you down,
just to watch you widen your eyes,
while the tape runs under your moustache?

just a bang.
and honey,
a metal shell and a slight trace of gunpowder marks your powdery grave.
wait till the world sells you out and buries you six feet in water.

a bias action will only recurve back to the shooter,
listening only for the tentative heartbeat before digging in,
digging in with the haunting of what you did and the whirlwind.

it might be nonsense here,
but only because i indicated it this way.
to cover the fervor writhing within,
to protect the ones unneeded by wrath and spite.
the drink you love will only bring you down,
tear you apart and reshape in the size of my sneaker.
we will smirk while you are rubbed away till naught remains but a shadow.

we are what we do.
and if you do thus and thus,
then you will fade.

she is born out of a star.
and the world will wait,
till i dig out the charred rock that you covered her with.


don't swerve out of control my dear man,
hate will only get you so far.
the others will do you in.
and i will join in the stoning and the pound.

oh come on,
don't be this way.
you are already halfway through your walk.
don't let us end it here.
it will be bittersweet for some.
but we will end it with a sweet glee.
the world was never ruthless.
but you came along and cut it loose.


don't be sorry now.
because we will be.

you showed me my tomorrow.

i. feel. a. lil. weird.
jack's definitely better than vodka.
no arguement.


don't trust people with the bottle.
they tell lies.



i love our conversations without light my love.
nothing will make me budge.
nothing.
ily. =)

blackout on christmas eve.

well..
i ain't joking.

i really had a blackout on christmas eve.
approximately at six and ending at ten something pm.
which led me to this :

bonfire baby.
with copious amounts of newspaper.
it's a pain to look for wood in the dark though.

you lose touch with some people in the span of a lifetime spent on wheels.
some unwillingly, and yet some are more than happy to be walked away added with a boot.
but yet these people add a richness to your life's milo cup.
so enjoy it while you can.
with condense milk.

merry christmas eve. =)



I love you Joyce Toon, =)
thank. you! X)

Bang! you are dead.

and if you were the next guy in line,
what would you do dear sir?

i would "______________________" .


some of us have tried standing for what we believed.
some of us tried to listen to the warnings and avoid what lay ahead.
all of us, willing or not, are still being driven like cattle through the dyke daily.
things won't change.
only those that you would want to.


how can we be alright in knowing that the light is dimming down the skies,
changing light blue hues to a dull grayness.
we choke on the fumes and kneel.
and watch it all burn away.

the radio splutters as i pull out the trigger.
i have worked double shifts to clear the ashes away.
and yet, close but no bun.
no bun.





should have just brought a wine.
and three glasses.

hack hack sniffle sniffle

i hate those four words coming from my nose at the same time.
like,
would you want your nose to go hack hack?

i just realised that paintball markers uses musketballs.
no wonder they do a holy circle around your target.

phut. phut. phut. jam.

shit.

*insane screaming coming from ownself
due to subsequently getting hit on the head*

never trust paintball ground owners when they carry a sniper rifle,
all the way up the hills, and say that he's just going to watch your match.

they tend to be trigger happy.

no,
not a good way to go.



all i have ever wanted is,
just for you to be happy and warm.
that's all i can ever ask for.

happy anniversary back my love. =)
ilysm.

Motorcycle (;

Happy sixteen months sweetheart.
Love, Joyce.