mourning in the morning |
i am scared of criticism and fragile. i have problems as i ain't mentally trained.
Posted by sfkrnkrsovr on Sun, 07 Jan 2007 03:27:00 PST |
everyday's sunset |
streching muscles. yawning just once. then stretch again. before breaking the fast, the red sunset is looking towards me. the God is superior, powerful creator. red then dims into the greyness of thos...
Posted by sfkrnkrsovr on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
being in a better state |
in cold computer lab, waiting for someone. in retrospect of my words, i feel myself amazed with those hanging and meaningless prose. i feel so much better at this present moment with pushing up so har...
Posted by sfkrnkrsovr on Thu, 09 Mar 2006 09:00:00 PST |
everything is lies and bullshits |
i hate everything. and i don't like risks, lame questions and stupid peoples and last but not least, everything!!!
Posted by sfkrnkrsovr on Thu, 05 Jan 2006 02:09:00 PST |
outcome that you're trapped down in obscurity |
semantics. obscurity. pinholed. downgraduals. sickened and felt most like cheated herself all the time at once! obscurity leads you to deep down inside the tumbleweed, then just bury me.
Posted by sfkrnkrsovr on Tue, 22 Nov 2005 12:01:00 PST |
converting monochrome to colours |
people do change a lot these days. it can't be stopped or prevented. it's a nature. neither of us or anyone will know what the future takes and what the past remembers for us. hybrids of those monos a...
Posted by sfkrnkrsovr on Fri, 19 Aug 2005 09:41:00 PST |
to live through the pain in the neck |
my neck's so pain. but i can live through with it. i seek medication to cure it. hope to get well soon. an anonymous citings and thanks in advance!
Posted by sfkrnkrsovr on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
i |
i wish i could do something. write something as interesting as my intestinal fortitudes. i wish i could understand of what i am currently typing, stumble repeatedly on and off but there goes the ideas...
Posted by sfkrnkrsovr on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
my mind is slowing down |
slowing down for ages. don't talk to me or i am angry! don't force me or i am not your friend anymore! don't mess with me, else you have chances for sickness! all of you pranks, go away...
Posted by sfkrnkrsovr on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
the subject matter is stale |
off these times wallowing, i forced my neurons in thinking. suggest that electricity sends shivers my spine. with causal of the cold and dull morning, really it's what i sense. i nurtur...
Posted by sfkrnkrsovr on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
