like a prick.or worse.

things arent at ease.
nothing has gone better.
Story went amiss.
the wound havent recovered.
She's gloomy as ever.
I want a dot.You know we pleading an epilogue.


At least they're unseen,unheard for now.
Dear God.

and so for now.

im living in a world,where in life,it is all about how you work on that form,turn the space into some functional environment.with air of possibilities inside.wondrous?

take a peek next time you heard me screaming.

or,
on th second thought i could be driven by them books.

prepare for drastic,bloody enthusiastic behaviour?nahh

but at least i know things could work out well somehow.

with persistent,unbias timing on design n stuffs(pfft like i was saying 'i rather play barbie than trashing up some mock-ups).and more of sleepless nights.

i might end up discovering nyc!oh so much of dreaming in th evening.hah!

when moms are better dads,this is when the world really starts to make sense again.which is indeed impossible to extrude the rationality.

but the condition has it say.

and ths could worsen the friction against you.

a similar liar like you probably ended in the dumpster.

because they dont have their blood running in my body.

and that is reason that has saved you.

hey it wont flush the anger you know.
counting down for the damages.
we've been waiting for this,arent we,huh?
*esctatic joy applauses*