Tuesday, February 07, 2006 .

There's A Reason Why People Don't Say Where They Are


humanly beautiful the whisper of crisp paper crackle (like tredding on dried fallen autumn leaves) as it burns with every sinking drag. subtley & slowly yet so definately transcending - dust to dust, ash to ash.


i regret the time when i was in a queue for the ATM, and i said to kel and someone else, that there was something wrong with lesbians, especially butches. if words could be taken back, i'd gladly do it because i never found lesbians wrong, and though i might be less comfortable with butches, i doubt i ever really had anything against them. but mostly i regret it because little did i know that my cousin was standing two persons behind me in the queue, and yes, she's lesbian. i only came to realise after i stuffed my wallet with the money i drew, and turned around to see her waiting in line.

screaming infidelity at 12:04 AM
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