Friday, November 13, 2009

Beating outta your chest.

Friday the 13th, he don't give a fuck which day it is, he'll do it when he is keen. You small prick gotta get ready to fill particulars for information of your next of kin, especially when you ain't got no muscles to flex again. You don't know shit so don't give no second thought to wash your mouth with wet cement. Sun dry it prick, little did you know about your rants, it only gets you to commit a getter sin. Finally when it's time to turn in, you re oh-so-alone drowning so deep, befriend the devil in you till he pulls out your rib, bitch.

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"Sometimes we seem to see hate more than love as we have that haunting confusion between both."
The leader in obivious ways but he is scared and humbled away when the truth arise one day. He fed the rich and abandon the poor, he taught the blind to walk and he helped the lame to see. Nothing more than it seems, as how contradicing life can be. To seek that path still in search to be enlighten by our very ownself and to forget knowing the rest.

About Me

Singapore, Serangoon Gardens.
I wouldnt say I'm that much of a simple guy who lives down the street with little motives running through his head, cause that wouldnt be me neither would it be that simple. Like most and all others, a man who transits between his faith, hopes and downs back to reality where either or neither both be found. If I was to state me as simple, then it places my aims to the test. Defying the oughts of nothing but the simple truth, sad and drown, torn yet driven to find out why and the reason he was brought here in aid to comprehend his fingerprints and the complex map as if a form of hardcore tattoo arcoss his palm printed; he urges his story to unfold, crushes the young chapters but alike an innocent kid, places it under his pillow. What will you do if you came back to life and held the object and subject who killed you? To meet and yet be part of the director of this enticing thriller yet dramatic plot of my life.