Thursday, November 06, 2003
the 20th post - heh heh
We will club u and make u smell like smelly smells do that happens to affect you like that sickening flavour at the back of your mouth and the nauseous rise in your stomach. The smell that makes the feeling of bile slide up your throat and leaves a bitter acidic taste on you tongue. The feeling of lumpy chunks of vomit hurtling to the roof of your mouth and rushing through your nasal passages oozing their sour taste over your tastebuds and burning flavour hits your brain senses that makes you feel like you're spinning in a daze. This is the taste of bitterness.
Can you make more? No, I'm not making more. But we could eat more then and then we wouldn't be so hungry. No, you eat what is there and if you're hungry you can't have seconds. But you have some spare. No, that's my seconds. you get your own. Can we have seconds? No, I can't be bothered with making more. This is all you get.
This is all you get.
A plate full of "fuck-you" and "eat-shit muther fucka" nicely sprinkled with a garnish of "you are like shit". This is your daily world menu in over 20 different languages. Remember you mightn't understand wot foreign people say but the fuck-you feeling is all the same.
This shitful taste in my mouth makes me grimace in with a wry look. It's the taste of humanity. I didn't eat anything to get it. It's just there. I wish I could make it go away.
Why worry about active intuitive minds? It's the bored ones that are going out, nothing to lose, trying to get quick fix, latching on to something and being taken for a ride in the country, so easy, just so easy, too easy and it's all relative to what you know.
Children killing Children. Don't let it stop. Make it stop.
We will club u and make u smell like smelly smells do that happens to affect you like that sickening flavour at the back of your mouth and the nauseous rise in your stomach. The smell that makes the feeling of bile slide up your throat and leaves a bitter acidic taste on you tongue. The feeling of lumpy chunks of vomit hurtling to the roof of your mouth and rushing through your nasal passages oozing their sour taste over your tastebuds and burning flavour hits your brain senses that makes you feel like you're spinning in a daze. This is the taste of bitterness.
Can you make more? No, I'm not making more. But we could eat more then and then we wouldn't be so hungry. No, you eat what is there and if you're hungry you can't have seconds. But you have some spare. No, that's my seconds. you get your own. Can we have seconds? No, I can't be bothered with making more. This is all you get.
This is all you get.
A plate full of "fuck-you" and "eat-shit muther fucka" nicely sprinkled with a garnish of "you are like shit". This is your daily world menu in over 20 different languages. Remember you mightn't understand wot foreign people say but the fuck-you feeling is all the same.
This shitful taste in my mouth makes me grimace in with a wry look. It's the taste of humanity. I didn't eat anything to get it. It's just there. I wish I could make it go away.
Why worry about active intuitive minds? It's the bored ones that are going out, nothing to lose, trying to get quick fix, latching on to something and being taken for a ride in the country, so easy, just so easy, too easy and it's all relative to what you know.
Children killing Children. Don't let it stop. Make it stop.
// posted by Sooki Monster @ 7:32 PM 
