the article with no structure, form, or relevance. just thoughts mashed up. like how rods smells like the taste of mashed potatoes.
maybe we never fully appreciate things around us. even the simplest smallest things that we take for granted. i find that we dont say it enough, the words 'i love you'. we dont have to say it to someone special, someone we're dating, but we have to realise the special-ness of everyone we hold dear. then to the guys in my life i'll say; eugene mike que sam tin alex king chup earth shoshi, i love you all. but i wouldnt fuck you. no, seriously; i wouldnt. ok cept you mt. and you too eugene. heck, all of you come get some. uFOOOOO!
what do i see when i see you? sometimes i would really rather you not be around. sometimes, i just want your presence cause it makes me smile. then i wonder, when i see you, is it a maybe should be could be, or a never was and never will be. feelings so alien to me. MT will bitch slap you if you hurt me anyway. actually eugene will. maybe debs and rods will get to you first. jx will fight you la. wow. with this much protection, im never gonna need condoms.
i started this artcile feelin hmmm emo (gay word that i've grown to love). now im just feelin. feelin. feelin. (hold it, the word's cumming) umm im feelin. as if i should do something better with my life like jackin off or something.
i like the hiphop principle of keepin' it real. but im such a contradicting bastard (unlike chainer who's just a malay bastard. but this ISNT a racist comment.) this body im in, i feel like its an aegis of emotion and mixed thoughts, holding too much tension and feeling. my sanity balances on the brink of existence. yet i show this persona of a cool sweet straight guy. ok im joking, im neither cool sweet nor straight. i show a happy childish person. im not unhappy, nor am i mature. but it just isnt the whole me. like an iceberg i guess.
i will leave you on that note. but 1st, for deb, i shall sing. "break away......."