| oys_chill |
Posted
on 27-Aug-03 07:47 PM
It was pretty intense. He got me a glass of.....actually he started shaking it........orange juice and some...what is it ??? J_D. yes finally some J_D, I'd been craving for all day long. OH well!a sigh of relief, another futile attempt to escape the dreaded reality.
Anyways, He isn't thinking about her, but the story pertains to a person whom we've always wondered so much about. YHEIRW, HIs alarm clock is not acting rite.......mm..hey, why does the story have to be about her?
Yes, I wonder sometimes. Why, the dreaded fkin story has always to got do with her? You really thought bout it buddy? nahh..he's not. he's like staring in the screen....trying to comprehend J_D. OH well, he should watch jimmy page take a sip once, hahah.........he'd never get the hit anyways. oh sorry..rambling too much aroudn!
he opend the drawer of the fridge..........is he looking for somethign? crackers? in fridge? WHAT THE HELL!I AM TELLING you...the story somehow pertains to her more than me........
It all started back in the days ..u all knwo those days..where we've cramped so much for the freedom....he was somehow addicted to her..........when he showed me the knife that nite..i was scared. peenut butter with crackers? caN U BELIEVE THAT SHITZ? but that's reality...........he kept on calling..........i told him , it was not worth it...somehow u know addiction is a compulsion, not mandatory..and compulsion sometimes outruns you. ummm..when i saw her the first time, she hid behind the shelter of her mother's trees. Tha'ts when i really understood, what my friend (who's chewing crakers at the moment) was trying to relaty to me. Yet, I continued to become a rage for him..perhaps i was jealous......no but wait a moment. I really didn't even think about her as he used to. what was he up to? RUBY? who dat? no can't be............but diamonds are only supposed to be cut by diamonds..
have u really heard the song TIME by pin floyd.........u gotta listen to it once a man ..........its not a song, tis the certificate proving that you have made it..past your past of dreaded present. it does get little confusing at times, but I am who I am. yes, he again kept dreaming about her . He's got a cellphone and I don't. There's something about her look. Have u seen govinda talk bout goli maro looks? yah,something like that. But this is more turtuous, cause its him, not me looking yet I am feeling the vibe! thees? u call me thees..its my inner superego........thees again? anyways,..where was i?
Yah, her looks! One day I came back to the dorm and called her. somehow, she missed the call. I was worried. petrified. U know the kind of fear, when u know its more than fear? Yah, but she didn't pick up the phone. OH no. uh uh............the phone itself replying back.........a voice, i was familiar, yet I was very close to the family it beared. What did I want? what did she want? a frienship that is more than a genuine friendship? why? I am a man...........yet somehow, i get mingled in this irrational web..........web of people that want something from me? somethign? what is it? i don't know.........I'll leave it to her.
NOw as he sips his final J_d...or maybe some imported whiskey, hey hold on a minute.ITs' a gift damn it! i am sipping it............i see her mirage in every ripple that i Sip and somehow I lose her. Maybe its in the darkness, but somehow she's the light, yet she can't never shine. why? u askign me? damn ........i wish the light shone forever....but wishes are horses........i have falled many times through these horses....so I pray, pry to thy, pry to the holiness that exists, hope her life will turn out fine before me. Thta's all i wish. or perhaps just hope. FOr i live for small hopes, and that's the least i can do. the most i can do is live inside that hope.
its not me.................its my friend, a inner voice of my mind, a friend talkign to you..do u get it? i guess not? that's the irony of life...i am followed by the moonshadow, not you!
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