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I'd tell you my Plans.
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Maybe through stating
I'll be satisfied.
Maybe through laughing
I'll be happier.
Maybe through stoning
I'll be sounder.
Maybe through eating
I'll be less hungry.
Maybe through writing
I'll be smarter.
Maybe.

Let me have a cause for living.
Let me play RuneScape everyday.
I'll settle for the worst.
Let me play the most boring games.
Compensate me for my losses.
Will you?
Wait,
Where's my destination?
What's going on,
What have I done?
Why this screwdriver in my hand?

Everything is irritating.
Then we realize it's a cycle.
Everything begins with ourselves.
Maybe we should just fly to another country
Colonize another World.
Start everything again.
From Scratch.
Maybe we should just invent
A method of anti-pain death.
We could do that for Project Work.
I'll volunteer to be the first guinea pig.

Maybe unreasonable people
Should vanish from the face
Of our World.
Then everyone would vanish.
Maybe those who irritate
Just because they're irritated
Should be shot.
Then everyone would be shot.
I've already concluded I need a gun.
But then it's against the law.
So everybody thinks I'm kidding.
I need a gun that can stop speech,
Stop hearing,
Impair anything I wish,
Without bringing pain to the victim.
I'll shoot myself first.
And wish I could freeze.
Maybe my ice block
Could be used as a Monument.
No amount of heat could melt me.
But I could still feel and see.
Or let's just freeze the whole world
For only a day. Or two.
Let each individual
Have a chance to rethink, refeel,
Reinstall their souls,
Configure their minds.
It'll be a break. For everyone.
It'll be a break,
And they are defrosted,
The clock just goes on as normal,
Not a second lost.
Maybe that's what we really need.
A little Isolation.
How about snow?
Could we have snow everyday?
Could we have the four seasons daily?
Could the trees lose their leaves by 6pm,
And the next day all restored?
Could anything be changed at all?
Is the voice of the civilian a voice at all?
Aren't the Project Work topics lame enough?
Aren't some things redundant?
Aren't some things senseless?
It's time for a little orientation, huh.
It's time for a time bank, huh.
It's time for parallel universes, huh.
It's time to think, huh.
It's time to shoot. huh.

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I scared myself to Death.
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Hold my hand.
I want to contact the living.
I scared myself to Death.
Not sure I understand
This role I've been given.
I talked to God.
He laughed at my plans.
I scared myself to Death.
My head spoke a language.
It I don't understand.
I just want to feel real love.
And feel the home that i live in.
I scared myself to Death.
I got too much life.
Running through my veins.
Going to waste.
I don't want to die
But I don't wanna live either.
I scared myself to Death.
That's why i keep on running.
Even way before I've arrived
I saw myself coming.
There's a hole in my soul
You can see it in my face
Not sure I understand.
I scared myself to Death.
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Exotic Exodus
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we got down at the same bus stop
we took the same route home
i didn't even know that person
but she thought I was following her
cos she turned around twice.
Mad!
as if I would stalk you?
you think you're some princess ah!
and once she got into the elevators
she shut the doors in front of me
very disappointed in Singaporeans.
Sigh.

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Catalytic Catastrophe
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Bloody Bio
Makes me unsound
But that's why I love it :)

Pitiful Projects
- Econs? (retarded)
- GP? (pathetic)
- Maths? (even more pathetic)
- Proj Work? (oh, don't ever mention this)
Carcinogenic.
Severely entertaining.

Exodus.
Everybody scram.
I love Bee.
Bee loves Me.
I love Pringles.
I love Pocky.
I love Chocolates.
I love Cereals.
I love Ice Lemon Tea.
I love Brownies.
I love Metronomes.
I love Projects.
I love Laughing.
I love Moving.
I love Staring.
I love Words.
I love my Jacket.
I love Lupe.
I love Giraffes.
I love Cows.
I love Dogs.
I love Cats.
I love Big Cats.
I love Chopin.
I love Flowers.
I love Mum and Dad.
I love my Brother.
I love my Friends.
I love Typing.
I love Black and White Wood.
I love Black.
I love Purple.
I love my Blanket.
I love my Home.
I love my Church.
I love my Shoes.
I love Writing.
I love Stoning.
I love Drawing.
I love Bio.
I love Econs.
I love Lit.
I love God.
God Loves Me.
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A Land Called Fantasy.
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how welcoming it feels
to luxuriate in it.
in what?
in pain.
physical pain. and torture.
like my body aches.
or.
staggering from dizziness.
or.
pins and needles on my feet.

there's satisfaction
in dealing with the throb,
it's fun to think that
i hate the pain, when actually
i know i don't want to recover.
i don't want it to end.
it's fun to grope around
and think that i'm irritated,
when actually it's a game,
for help and tools,
like tissue, to wipe away the sweat.
and blood. I love blood.
yes, blood.
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Blood is Art.
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I like to watch it paint natural streams,
and designs, when carelessly smudged,
and to witness it dry up,
watch it turn from red to brown.
I love what it symbolises.
I love the importance of blood.
It's in everyone. It's from everyone.
It's what that lets us
live, breathe, eat, kick, dance, scream.
I love the viscosity of it.
It looks careful.
Cautious.
Deep red. Crimson.
Natural and bold.
So precious.
Priceless.
don't you find it fun?
I know I do.
That'll be it.
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Vatican City.
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Our Pope.
The Rhythm of his Life was Prayer.
What's yours?

Our Pope.
Conversation, not Carbohydrates,
was the Food he most Craved.
What's yours?

Our Pope.
A world-class intellectual.
Insatiably curious about the latest trends
in Philosophy and Literature.
Literature. Doubly admired.
Would you?

Our Pope.
Liked to Kid and
Liked to be Kidded.
How about you?

Our Pope.
Unshakable Conviction that
the Men and Women he met were players
In a Great Cosmic Drama that
had God as its Author and Director
Do you believe?

He is now where he always wanted to be.
Now and For Always.

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