theory-wise, we are all scary.

THIS IS SCARING ME.

On the surface, I have 7 followers.

BUT WHEN I CLICK ON THE TAB.
IT SHOWS 6.

whoareyoustalker?whoareyou.

error 404. the following data cannot be retrieved. please refresh the page. nah, don't try that. the blogger is just too shocked to type anything.

I AM BEING STALKED :D

...
but anyway, it's probably just some computing error :D

let's hear my theory on scary stalker people.

people = destroyers of nature = monsters = scary.

got it? moving on.

scary = scary.

duh.

stalkers = dangerous (potential's there, anyways) = scary

in algebra, we take ab as a x b.

so...
scarystalkerpeople = scary x stalker x people.

taking into account the above,
it's:

scary x scary x scary, which would make:

scary-cubed.

WHICH IS REALLY SCARY.

...
but we could add a few 'scary's in front.
oh well.

THIS WAS A WASTE OF TIME. :D
yay.
I have a headache, so I don't feel like doing Math.
MATH MATH MATH.
NAG NAG NAG.

almost the same.
factors of math seep into brains and lead stray thoughts of potatoism into minds.

lalala.

Post-it ノート: .______.

Imagine how a gangsta walks like.

NOW WITH 120% MORE SWINGABLE ARMS!

That's what I did.

*swing* *swing* *swing* *swing* *swing*

I am bursting with ideas. And yet unable to write them down. I am able to picture them, but not pen them down. This is disastrous.

And facilitating sessions... I really, really don't want to use 'Twilight' as an example. Sigh.

HP fanvirus still going strong.

Caught

Is this farewell?
She sings out a scratchy note,
scratching her head, nonplussed.
it is the truth;
for no other note could ever replace this one.
yet so fragile, it gets clasped in her throat,
the scars opening up,
red scarlet running through her fingers
while they anxiously comb through her hair.
it is dangerous, devastating and enchanting.
it feels almost a sin to divert her attention.
dust, thick and lazy, streams about her in a quiver.
the cobwebs are torn apart (mercilessly and callously).
she coughs out the waxy liquid
as they litter her body with frantic kisses.
desire, almost lust.
she can no longer run away.
hold her breath, hold her breath.
it steals her heart away and she gasps.
gasps.
This, is the end.

Spun into a web of lies,
conflicting unimaginable elements that matched so well
it keeps the light at bay,
she spreads the jam evenly over the surface,
grins and the magic is cast.
already told, the tales of her tears.
legends, myths.
they whisper conspiratorially with an exaggerated wink.
the cowering figures hide in the corner.
guilt touches them with her presence,
giggling innocently (but not quite so, not quite so)
gracing their ripped conscience
as she bows in mock-honour.
this is no place for you. come with me.
come with me.
she lights the spark with promises
wildly beyond their greatest passions.
sarcasm sidles itself comfortably along the words that drop from her lips.
it coils like a snake around them, hissing politely.
ignorance, greed blinds them.
doom, is all their futures spell out.

don't.
don't.
don't.
don't.
DON'T!
... you could have just listened.
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This is the full version of 'Caught'. :D
Wrote it on a whim. :D

Ollie