Tuesday, November 11, 2003
For 2 days... meant to study, but ended up watching tv and sleeping. Argh. This is unhealthy.
Saw a pretty girl on the LRT, my eyes couldn't leave her.. (no it's not what you think) She was wearing a white Grand Slam T, white and yellow basketball jersey shorts, and a pair of slippers that HH also has, and she had a bruise on her leg. Somehow I think she plays basketball, it's just a kind of gut feeling.
Dying. There was the thought that counted. Oh to fall like that drop into the water, and dissolve, and dissipate, and be no more. Just to fade away, forgotten. Drop by drop, coloring the water, turning it slowly pinkish.
Another drop fell to the water, but this one was not red. It was a tear. That seemed fitting: blood and tears. Her life, gone into the water, flushed down the toilet, cleanly. Part of the problem with death was the sheer messiness of it.
"That is why I ask of two favors: the news on Prima, and the nature of the Modes. If I win, I win all that I have wanted to know. If I lose, I am Cyng until another suitable prospect appears. I am experienced; it is not the worst of fates. In fact, I find myself bored with retirement. Oh, not with you, my dear," he added quickly as his wife lifted her head. "You are my perpetual delight! But the rest of it - there is only so much ease and luxury a man can tolerate. I think I am ready to resume useful activity - and keep my love with me."
Saw a pretty girl on the LRT, my eyes couldn't leave her.. (no it's not what you think) She was wearing a white Grand Slam T, white and yellow basketball jersey shorts, and a pair of slippers that HH also has, and she had a bruise on her leg. Somehow I think she plays basketball, it's just a kind of gut feeling.
Dying. There was the thought that counted. Oh to fall like that drop into the water, and dissolve, and dissipate, and be no more. Just to fade away, forgotten. Drop by drop, coloring the water, turning it slowly pinkish.
Another drop fell to the water, but this one was not red. It was a tear. That seemed fitting: blood and tears. Her life, gone into the water, flushed down the toilet, cleanly. Part of the problem with death was the sheer messiness of it.
"That is why I ask of two favors: the news on Prima, and the nature of the Modes. If I win, I win all that I have wanted to know. If I lose, I am Cyng until another suitable prospect appears. I am experienced; it is not the worst of fates. In fact, I find myself bored with retirement. Oh, not with you, my dear," he added quickly as his wife lifted her head. "You are my perpetual delight! But the rest of it - there is only so much ease and luxury a man can tolerate. I think I am ready to resume useful activity - and keep my love with me."
