For every beginning there is an end.

Disgruntled and Delusional.


on candystripe legs spiderman comes

softly through the shadow of the evening sun

stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead

looking for the victim shivering in bed

searching out fear in the gathering gloom and

suddenly! a movement in the corner of the

room! and there is nothing I can do when i

realise with fright that the spiderman is having

me for dinner tonight


quietly he laughs and shaking his head creeps

closer now closer to the foot of the bed and

softer than shadow and quicker than flies his

arms are all around me and his tongue in my

eyes 'be still be calm be quiet now my precious

boy don't struggle like that or I will only love

you more for it's much too late to get away or

turn on the light the spiderman is having you

for dinner tonight'


and I feel like I'm being eaten by a thousand

million shivering furry holes and I know that in

the morning I will wake up in the shivering cold

and the spiderman is always hungry...

Robert Smith can really fuck around with your head, especially one that lacks sleep. I wish I was drunk, then I'd have an excuse to be so fucked up. Too much infomation is really bad for you after all. It's the weekend already. Most of the guys that hang out at my workplace all are starting to get hooked up, so I guess it's back to good old Championship Manager for me then. Or maybe continued Countar-Strike with LogamBaby. If she comes tonight that is *smirk*.
I'll blog later if anything good happens.

Benign Intervention.

At 8.00a.m. this morning I got a call from a friend who nicks himself Milk(DON'T ASK). Apparently the Hitz.fm Fugitive was parking her ass over at the Dewan Sri Pinang public library. After telling him I'd meet him there, reality got the better of me and I passed out. When I woke up again a couple of hours later, I was informed that the Fugitive was caught, and Milk was 2 seconds away from RM11,000!! While the decoys were working their magic confusing the crowd, Milk noticed someone standing quietly a few feet away. And as he approached her to ask the RM11K question, some fucktard ran past him and blurted out the magic question. I guess it's like striking the lottery and then losing the ticket at the cashier. It's a good thing I wasn't around too. Since I'd probably have drop kicked the fucktard for ruining a beautiful start to the day. I mean, GET IN LINE FOO! The moral of the story is :

Money makes you do funny shit.

The Fugitive is one ugly bitch.

The decoys can be really horny sluts, especially Rina.

I guess we never got the chance to try the "Would you do THIS for some of my cash winnings?" on the Hitz.fm chicks. Dammit. I need a life.

Recommended Song Of the Day would be The Test - Chemical Brothers feat. Richard Ashcroft. This is as trippy as breakbeats can get baby! Okay I think I'll go sit down now.

# posted by Rand0m @ 2:20 PM

My Finger Point!

You wouldn't believe how frustrated I am at the moment. After spewing out my heart and what's left of my soul into my first proper update, the shit timeout occurs and I lose everything!!! It feels like someone stuffed a fucking boot up the ass. Dammit! What a waste of time and effort, when I could've been wanking over the poster girl of Subang. It's ok I guess. Though I still hurt . Hurt from wounds reopened. I'm still as lost as ever, even though it's been years already. Yet I know I'm ready to move on, there's always the Jihad. I sure as hell ain't gonna go back to Yuppiehood.
Damned if I do, Damned if I don't. Love hurts like a Benz wrapped around your neck for good measure. I guess I'd go wank now. Care for a lovely tea party?

Too much of a bad thing is like too much of a good thing. Brain damaging indeed. A test run before my guts spew out. Let's see how far I can take this . As soon as i figure out how to get my damn name out!