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on the face of it,
i'm kooky. like a coffin nail ;
i'm bent, crooked, twisted and looped.
arched and kinky, wayward and warped.
set in concrete, you can't change me. |
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12:27 AM, I GAWK, AND I DROP BUT I CANT STOP STARING
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Oh, man, today, i feel SO mixed up. All mixed up in the wrong proportions. Firstly, waiting half an hour for the bus to come wasnt cool. But i had talking companions. So it wasnt too bad. Syaffie wouldnt stop pestering me, but i owe him something so as much as im pissed, i feel kind of guilty too. Irwan came for some stuff he had to exchange and it was fun, but i was too bothered by something else to really give a damn to what he was saying. Sorry Wan. And now, i am way too distracted to even THINK straight. The title of this post : I GAWK AND I DROP BUT I CANT STOP STARING. That was what i was doing from just now. Imagine, people. Just imagine what i saw to make me gawk, drop and not stop staring. HINT: I can continue looking at it for days and days and not stop gawking. Yeah, its THAT hot. damn, im burning baby.
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