Listening to It's My Life - No Doubt

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Ah, the d10! While you aren't actually a true regular polyhedron, you are the only die that makes logical sense--metrically speaking. Chances are, others see you as over-analytical or a goody-goody. While that may be true, you also have a gift for patience and tolerance. Growing up you probably had a calculator wristwatch that you never really needed to use (since you were faster on your own), and you probably aced all your classes (except for gym). You use the metric system almost exclusively, but are able to quickly convert in mid-conversation for the sake of your backwards Imperalist friends. You've coded in at least two different programming languages, and have created more original gaming systems than you'll ever admit. You're generally not a show-off, but you do take pride in being called either a geek or a nerd.

I think it's half true... Hahaha.

Anyway, it's another blog writing session. As you all might have not noticed, I added Sepet's Director, Yasmin Ahmad's Blog link to the top.

Lots of work today. And the next few days to come. Aiiiiieeeee~~~ Shouldn't actually blog and websurf too often, but boredom kicks in sometimes.

He watches his father from behind the door,
He can see them both, smell the whore.
His father wrapped his arms around the woman,
His passion heating, lusting like a demon.
He can't bear to watch them together,
Especially since the death of his mother.
Why can't dad be sad, can't he be in mourning?
Mom's been dead for a week, 3 am in the morning.
Little Joe looked again at the two of them.
Their bodies so close like stitched hem.
He took his eyes of them, eyes were teary.
He felt sad loosing both parents in the tragedy.
Mother had died in an crash,
Body broken, head bashed.
Little Joe can hear the strangers screaming,
The panting, the heaving, the outrageous moaning.
Little Joe didn't know where to go,
so off to bed did he took a bow.
He kneeled down and asked God "Why, God why?"
As his tears came down his cheeks, he heard a cry.
The man he used to call his father was dead,
so was his mistress at the foot of the bed.
Little Joe choked and gasped,
This isn't what he wanted, so he rasped,
"I don't want it to end like this
For I want to live in bliss,
With father and mother and I,
Why did everyone have to die?
It doesn't make sense when You kill everyone,
It simply doesn't get things done."
As he uttered those words, he dropped to the ground,
He fought for every breath, looking astound.
The very last thing he could see,
Was his mother, his father, and the cold blue sea.

Status: Uplifted
Skipped breakfast