Monday, May 10, 2004

Battling Cyborgs and One-legged pirates beyond imagination.

The result of my fear derives from an invisible force which had managed to find its way through the crux of my soul and cracked opened, my weakness. Curse that Johnny. Curse that Johnny!

My weakness. Although not yet visible to the public eye. I can feel the raging outburst of it's freedom inside me. Parading itself throughout my mind, like an army of ants celebrating victory of owning my mug of pepsi. How am i suppose to function sanely now that you are no longer buried six feet under. Where are my ninja warriors in sexy latex suits? I command you to destroy The Enemy! Even they, are long gone. Now it's up to me and me alone. Should i embrace your rebirth and try to get use to your presence? Or should i just capture you again for the second time and shove you back to where you came from? You shall not fool me again, oh evil one. For i have learned to one-handedly battle with wooden chopsticks which has stains of last week's kway teow. It was unfair how you, inhumanly invaded my dreams and turned it into unforgettable nightmares. Aren't you just a cunning little thing. My weakness, is a silly monk on crack. This is madness. I am wasting my time contemplating your existence in me. I should just shoot you now with a Remington 700P and then have a houseparty like The Sims. My weakness, is growing. My god, it is growing! You will never take over me you, demon, you!

When i speak of my weakness, please do not get confused, i am not talking about any particular person i know. My weakness is my fear, is my enemy, is my unellyness, and his name is

Johnny.
ladollyvita at 6:24 PM