Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Miraculous Works
Let's go through 4 thought phases.
Thought phase 1: "What the hell?!"
(Slings bag over shoulders. Pulls out earphones.) "Hmm... queer... they aren't connected to shit."
(Gropes bag.) "Hmmm..?"
(Gropes bag again.) "Don't tell me..."
(Gropes bag like it's a naked women, then strips down everything in it and stares all around it like a naked woman's naked girlfriend.) "Son of a bitch!! My Ipod's gone!!"
"Oh well..."
Thought phase 2: "Identify suspect, then fuck him up...real bad."
(In the bus)
No one will escape me. I will hunt him/her down, and make him/her bleed. Head to toe. Hair tip to toe nail. I will kill if necessary. I'm not afraid to kill. In fact, I hope that I can.
Bloodthirsty revenge. It is empowering, it is necessary. I will let no betrayer go without engraving slashes and cuts on his/her flesh.
There's is no forgiveness - death is forgiveness.
Clasp your hands, you sinner. Pray, for you may not ever get the chance to do so again. I know you are only waiting to be caught. You panic, you fear. You will scream when I step in front of you to interrogate you. No fingerprints, nothing to tie anyone to any crime. But I will find you, just like the devil senses a weak soul. You can't hide. The moonlight, my reliable illusionist, will manifest your shadow.
Seek subject. Destroy him/her completely.
You will pay, blood for sin. No compromise.
Instruments of pain:
Screwdriver (check)
Dagger (check)
Hammer (check)
Spiked Wristband (check)
Waffle Iron (uhh... gonna get it from Swee Heng pastry and bakery shop when I have the time)
Thought phase 3: "In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit...Amen."
(Still in bus)
Forgive me Lord, for I have sinned. Forgive me for harbouring curses and revengful thoughts. Forgive me for not abiding by Your Laws. Forgive me for disobeying and disrespecting you. Let me hate no furthur. Secure me with The Message of peace.
Forgive that fellow being for he/she does not know of his/her faults. And please have that fellow being forgive me for wanting to harm him/her. Deliver me to Your Kingdom and let not hell and diabolical methods consume me. Amen.
Ah bitch... gonna be shit-ass boring for a few months. No more air-drumming in the bus or wherever. No more air-guitaring. No more double pedaling in the bus. No more headbanging senselessly. Dear Music... you will be missed, dearly and musically. Redundancy at its most idiotic =D
Thought phase 1: "What the hell?!"
(Slings bag over shoulders. Pulls out earphones.) "Hmm... queer... they aren't connected to shit."
(Gropes bag.) "Hmmm..?"
(Gropes bag again.) "Don't tell me..."
(Gropes bag like it's a naked women, then strips down everything in it and stares all around it like a naked woman's naked girlfriend.) "Son of a bitch!! My Ipod's gone!!"
"Oh well..."
Thought phase 2: "Identify suspect, then fuck him up...real bad."
(In the bus)
No one will escape me. I will hunt him/her down, and make him/her bleed. Head to toe. Hair tip to toe nail. I will kill if necessary. I'm not afraid to kill. In fact, I hope that I can.
Bloodthirsty revenge. It is empowering, it is necessary. I will let no betrayer go without engraving slashes and cuts on his/her flesh.
There's is no forgiveness - death is forgiveness.
Clasp your hands, you sinner. Pray, for you may not ever get the chance to do so again. I know you are only waiting to be caught. You panic, you fear. You will scream when I step in front of you to interrogate you. No fingerprints, nothing to tie anyone to any crime. But I will find you, just like the devil senses a weak soul. You can't hide. The moonlight, my reliable illusionist, will manifest your shadow.
Seek subject. Destroy him/her completely.
You will pay, blood for sin. No compromise.
Instruments of pain:
Screwdriver (check)
Dagger (check)
Hammer (check)
Spiked Wristband (check)
Waffle Iron (uhh... gonna get it from Swee Heng pastry and bakery shop when I have the time)
Thought phase 3: "In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit...Amen."
(Still in bus)
Forgive me Lord, for I have sinned. Forgive me for harbouring curses and revengful thoughts. Forgive me for not abiding by Your Laws. Forgive me for disobeying and disrespecting you. Let me hate no furthur. Secure me with The Message of peace.
Forgive that fellow being for he/she does not know of his/her faults. And please have that fellow being forgive me for wanting to harm him/her. Deliver me to Your Kingdom and let not hell and diabolical methods consume me. Amen.
Ah bitch... gonna be shit-ass boring for a few months. No more air-drumming in the bus or wherever. No more air-guitaring. No more double pedaling in the bus. No more headbanging senselessly. Dear Music... you will be missed, dearly and musically. Redundancy at its most idiotic =D
By the way, this damn cat is supposed to have its head bobbing up and down. Freaking amazing shit. Too bad blogger fucked up this .gif picture and froze it instead.
Oh well again...
Thought phase 4: "lalalalalaaaa...WhistleWhistleWhistle... scratches ass...lalalalalaaaaa...WhistleWhistleWhistle"
(Opened up Google, typed in Ipod, click on the first link, was directed to apple.com, checked out stuff there)
Wow! Ipod Touch. Nabei! Such a beatiful creation. Splendid concept of technicality and simplicity infused into a hand-held device. Flawless design. Superb workmanship. I must get it! All I have to do, is to save up $50 a month, for 8 friggin months! How exciting... bloody hell. I'd rather nail my testicles than to wait that long. No actually I'd rather wait. =D
Oh well yet again...
(Opened up blogger, wanted to blog about this shit, and just when I did, I got a phone call)
Great fella, admitted to the wrongdoings and is gonna return me my Ipod tomorrow. =) I have to apologise for the previous curses.
Moral of this African's dick-long horse-shit story?
Be gracious and graciousness will be shown on you.
Show mercy and mercy will be shown on you.
Forgive and be forgiven.
God is great.
Faith.
Coffee beans are actually cherries, not beans.
Peanut oil tastes like fucking crap.
Goodnight.
Justin, 00:27