Saturday, January 09, 2010 @ 1/09/2010 12:48:00 PM
Sigh.
I found out something I should never have.
Yesterday night was one of the most painful night I had.
After 8PM, I couldn't think of anything.
Anything besides beating the shit out of the world.
Seriously man.
What's wrong with the universe?
Does it enjoy sarcasm?
Toying with people's lives?
If so, why the hell are we living on a demented earth.
I got really tired yesterday night.
I wanted to sleep.
I wanted to drift to a place where everything is my perfect thoughts.
I was so tired I almost died while sleeping on the table.
I woke up choking, with blood circulation to my arm cut.
But out of all my negative thoughts, I had that one mingling thought.
I was glad I didn't die.
I was pretty cranky yesterday night.
And for those people talking to me yesterday night, sorry I gave strange replies.
Or talk about weird subjects.
Whatever I said yesterday night after 8.20 wasn't the real me.
I wasn't basically, sober.
The art of war
The galloping of horse,
resounded through the plains.
Weeping in the house,
the reason, was pain.
The destruction of enemy,
is the only objective.
The loud painful melody,
pierces the blood-stained narrative.
I let a battle-cry,
striking the fear of agony.
Without a second try,
not winning is a felony.
This is a game,
an art of war.
For the poor dame,
broken apart, miles far.
The story always ends,
heroes on the battlefield dead.
I lay in pain,
trying not to fade.
-Phil
CCA orientation today.
Done with it.
Over.
And as it is now, I'm done with everything.
Good bye.
