~~*SuMpIn...SuMpIn*~~ says:
«I slaps . s u p e r u g l y . with a large smelly tuna fish»
~~*SuMpIn...SuMpIn*~~ says:
ahahahaha..sorry....was trying to figue out what that was
. s u p e r u g l y . says:
well done.
~~*SuMpIn...SuMpIn*~~ says:
thats funny...hahaa
~~*SuMpIn...SuMpIn*~~ says:
«I offers a ¬5¬milk chocolate bar¬¬ to ¬4. s u p e r u g l y .»
~~*SuMpIn...SuMpIn*~~ says:
«I grabs ¬39. s u p e r u g l y .¬ gets real close and plants a ¬38DEEP, WET, passionate kiss (K)(K)(K). ¬39¬WOW!!!!!¬ that was great! (L)»
~~*SuMpIn...SuMpIn*~~ says:
hahahahahahah
~~*SuMpIn...SuMpIn*~~ says:
thats funny..
~~*SuMpIn...SuMpIn*~~ says:
thats all they have..
~~*SuMpIn...SuMpIn*~~ says:
¬Mua¬5ha¬4ha¬5ha¬4ha¬5!
~~*SuMpIn...SuMpIn*~~ says:
this is soooo cool..
. s u p e r u g l y . says:
its even cooler for me
. s u p e r u g l y . says:
because i have disabled smileys, and all I see is barely decipherable bullshit.
~~*SuMpIn...SuMpIn*~~ says:
really?
~~*SuMpIn...SuMpIn*~~ says:
its jus words....
~~*SuMpIn...SuMpIn*~~ says:
that sucks..
. s u p e r u g l y . says:
yes. anticlimatic, isn't it?
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Friday, June 24, 2005
monster in the closet
He always knew there was a monster in the closet.
At nights with the room lights out mommy would kiss him on the cheek and tuck him in, he would wrap the blanket around himself tighter. He would watch her walk out the door, an onimous silhouette in the light of the hallway. As she shut the door behind her, with each second of diminishing light his dread grew. Because he knew the terrible truth.
And his eyes would shift to the other bare wooden door. Peering at it with fearful eyes, he would wait for the monster to break free. Nobody believed him. He tried telling daddy, but daddy laughed. He hated being laughed at. He tried telling mommy, but mommy consoled and hugged and kissed him. But noone believed him.
Yet he knew.
And every night, he watched that bare wooden door, dreading what coiled within. Terrified, he kept his constant vigil till the call sounded for the morning prayer. The mouazzin calling out to the faithful. There, pressing his little hands together tight he would pray feverishly to God that monster never get him. And then, trembling, he would drift off into an uneasy sleep.
In morning mommy would wake him for school. And his eyes would dart nervously to the closet door that remaind shut. His faith reaffirmed in God, he would rise.. keeping his distance from that door. Because he knew.
He grew up, he went to college, he moved out. Years later he came back. Daddy had left them. Cancer they said. But he knew. Walking to his room, he approached the door that tormented his nights. With trembling hands he pulled that door open...
And there it was. The monster he dreaded. The monster he had prayed so vehemently to be protected against. The monster he tried to purge from his life. The monster that had already consumed his life.
The closet.. was full of Emptyness.
At nights with the room lights out mommy would kiss him on the cheek and tuck him in, he would wrap the blanket around himself tighter. He would watch her walk out the door, an onimous silhouette in the light of the hallway. As she shut the door behind her, with each second of diminishing light his dread grew. Because he knew the terrible truth.
And his eyes would shift to the other bare wooden door. Peering at it with fearful eyes, he would wait for the monster to break free. Nobody believed him. He tried telling daddy, but daddy laughed. He hated being laughed at. He tried telling mommy, but mommy consoled and hugged and kissed him. But noone believed him.
Yet he knew.
And every night, he watched that bare wooden door, dreading what coiled within. Terrified, he kept his constant vigil till the call sounded for the morning prayer. The mouazzin calling out to the faithful. There, pressing his little hands together tight he would pray feverishly to God that monster never get him. And then, trembling, he would drift off into an uneasy sleep.
In morning mommy would wake him for school. And his eyes would dart nervously to the closet door that remaind shut. His faith reaffirmed in God, he would rise.. keeping his distance from that door. Because he knew.
He grew up, he went to college, he moved out. Years later he came back. Daddy had left them. Cancer they said. But he knew. Walking to his room, he approached the door that tormented his nights. With trembling hands he pulled that door open...
And there it was. The monster he dreaded. The monster he had prayed so vehemently to be protected against. The monster he tried to purge from his life. The monster that had already consumed his life.
The closet.. was full of Emptyness.
Thursday, June 23, 2005
the sound of silence
It's windy today. Very windy. On the first floor of this oddly spherical office building, all I can hear is the howling of the wind - like a wailing child, or a mourning bird.
I wonder why I found this place again. It's not like I have anything to say even a year down the road.
The wind screams its way up the elevator shaft, and for a moment you can stop and wonder if its ghosts whispering out dark secrets to you. Bah, who believes in ghosts. Yet even over the melodious voice of Sarah Maclaughlan crooning to me about faiths that died before Jesus came, I can hear that bird's woeful cry.
I apologize, I'm ranting again. There is no point to this, and I have effectively wasted 3 minutes of your lives - and in the background, our feathered friend solemnly mourns the unknown.
I wonder why I found this place again. It's not like I have anything to say even a year down the road.
The wind screams its way up the elevator shaft, and for a moment you can stop and wonder if its ghosts whispering out dark secrets to you. Bah, who believes in ghosts. Yet even over the melodious voice of Sarah Maclaughlan crooning to me about faiths that died before Jesus came, I can hear that bird's woeful cry.
I apologize, I'm ranting again. There is no point to this, and I have effectively wasted 3 minutes of your lives - and in the background, our feathered friend solemnly mourns the unknown.
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