!HELLO SAAAAY.

THE WRITTEN WORD

Friday, October 22, 2004, 9:58 PM

"now if i take what he gave me and i, use it right
in other words if i listen and use the light
then what i say will remain here, after i'm gone
still here, on the strength of a song, i live on"
(lyrics co. DMX)

i dont HAVE to listen to you, to prove that you are sane.
and guess who's NOT??
so i wont.

i wont listen, i wont heed, i will fear. i dont know what
no more comments bout what YOU THINK of everything, what YOU THINK OF ME.
cmon, hear, what I think of YOU,
is.
i dont even think abt you anymore. now that's a lie.

i REFER TO EVERYONE.
every friend, every best friend, every enemy, every non-speaking-terms 'friend' as well.
CAPTIALS ROCK.
AND YOU DONT. HOWDY HAR HAR

guess who's gna be bitchier when you get bitchy.
try
1)me 2)me 3)me 4)me

cam whore day din reap much results. maybe it's the cause for all this. but then again, it might be you.
hang me.
and i'll live on.

it rains inside her head inside inside her head inside
it shines too bright into her eyes into inside.
you try to bleed but it's too dry inside
inside
inside
wonder what's inside inside, really inside
beneath those lies, thick, no gaping holes in sight

then your love is a joke. the beep you hear on your handphone,
brrbrrr. the vibration you THOUGHT you felt.
the temporary FAST FADING euphoria
you get when you thought someone cared
when someone loved you. love is a joke
the person's playin a joke on you, you gotta take it. so play a joke on him, back.
love him back.
thenyour love's my stripey-coloured pencil box. too bright, 7colours &none of them's black.
14 zips to open, same ONE gaping space inside
when you come to realize that [[openin one zip is ENOUGH]]
you fall thru the slits of space you opened
too late.

dear you,
i fear that what i wanted is coming true after all. when i sleep, i hate slipping the dream catcher onto my neck, veins pulsating unknowingly, hate being vulnerable to bad dreams. they grip me, the only time when i cant control myself, or what's gna happen. a piece of bead slipped into that dewy thread of plastic, strung on along with other colourful beads. they ae so bright that you fade into the background, and no one can see you cry. beads dont cry, that's just an metaphor silly. okay i'av got to eat my dinner, dear you, so wait till when i come back, and continue this letter im writing for you, okay? which might be forever, but i pray that you'll live on forever, as i really need someone who can receive this, and know how it is for me.

thank you,you, may i be back soon so you wudnt have to wait so long.