lalaland is just so passé
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
trapped forever in wonderland.
i've never wished to come out.
it just happened.
and i carn say sorry cos that word is overrated.
i apologise, cos i just never left that way before.
i've tried, serious.
it just does not turn that way for me.
i wish we were like before.
and if you are reading this
i complain to you because i found out that
you'll always be there
to keep me on the positive side of things.
that hopefully your passion would run on me.
what better way to shut someone up than slitting his throat?
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Of manipulative minds, higher-order thinking, purveyors of believable lies.
im not saying anything; sworn to secrecy.
take it as a privilege; everything here you see
"and the seventh room was hung with tapestries of black velvet. However, here the stained-glass between the room and the corridor was scarlet instead of black.
Into the seventh room, the black one with the scarlet window, the fire projected blood-red light that was ghastly to behold.
The masqueraders were reluctant to enter this room. Adding to the foreboding atmosphere of the room was an ebony pendulum clock that tolled the hour with a deep
chime that echoed through the winding hallways and unnerved all the guests.
But no one enters the seventh room."
