Friday, January 13, 2006

||RAPE MY TEETH||

Well, well, well...
Whaddya know?
The season of ho ho ho 2005 is over.
Just like that.

My first entry for the year falls on the second week of January. And on Friday the 13th. Strange? Not quite. This is Weirdspaghetti after all.
Only goes to show how I manage time terribly. Time is something which is definitely not on my side. In fact, I didn't even have time to sleep for today's shift. Ya see, Han woke me up early yesterday so that the Dentist could rape my teeth with her hook like thingy. The result? I still feel her poking a steel rod in my mouth and I'm drained like a kitchen sink. Poof.

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I have yet to publish some poems I've got stashed in my bag: "Ditching 7" and a new one called "Tonight, Suicide Is Written In The Sky". "Prizefighter", one of my poems originally published here in the pages of Weirdspaghetti is appearing in our account's monthly newsletter. Recently, poetry acted as my teleportation device which allows me to escape everything even if for just a few minutes.

Well, poetry... and badminton.

Yup. My brain is all Nanospeed, Armortec and Muscle Power right now. If you were to perform a brain surgery on me... I swear... my brain 'll spew high modulus graphite.

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I would loooove to write some stuff that would go in tune with the new year... like, resolutions and things that make me happy and crap like that. But as I've mentioned in paragraph number two: time is not on my side. So I'm letting all you folks go and hope to see you again in the pages of the blog where thoughts are twisted with a fork and drenched in tomato sauce...

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Love,
W. Spaghetti

Soundtrack of the moment: Alert The Armory - Urbandub

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