dimanche 28 septembre 2008 01:20
five minutes ago i felt my pulse thumping in my feet as i stood unbalanced on the bus while on my way home. it was as though any minute then someone could have stepped on mmy feet and watch it fulminate in sprays of blood.
now at home, i am jsut waiting for the moment where my toes simply run off , scattered all over the floor and looking back with tearful eyeballs screaming in goth. any minute now, they may just prance off and look for new owners. toes any one? i have ten right here waiting to serve you on immediate notice.
tight small black shoes can kill. i swear.
i have been steady at waraku, not making mistakes and not getting slaughtered. but yet i must emphasize the fact that the presence of snobbish seniors can be such abhorrence at times. how excrutiating.
there was a man sitting beside me on the bus just now and boy did he have goggling eyeballs. in fact they were aiming with spark in the direction of a lady's bosom. how i wished the bus jerked and his eyeballs would fall out, leaving him in a frenzy of craawling all over the floor looking for eyeballs trampled by the many others whom made the bus an exact replica of a tuna can. but no, if the bus jerked, i would have been irked by the shower of saliva stored rimful in his mouth, threatening to overflow any second.
pffft, late night buses.
oh my toes, there they go. alright, off to catch some toes.
