| Saturday, April 23, 2011
B1A4, Choshinsung, B2ST, Lollipop F, JPM, in no particular order, although you could say that the first three share the top spot, and Lollipop F has a special spot all to itself.
the purple piggy oinked 10:35 PM
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i give up.
to quote dear Ron, bloody hell!
the purple piggy oinked 7:13 AM
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not yet, though. not till this episode blows over. the best friend is the one within, no more. true, at least.
and i get the oscar for best actress. tired of playing supporting actress in my own life. can't be bothered any more, you've let me down and i don't see why i should continue acting. and the statuette melts. you won't be able to read it, anyway. sure.
it danced elegantly through the warm, soft flesh, cutting and seperating as it saw fit. rivers of blood, swallowing greedily as it's hunger was sated. two its, one person. guess. not you, though, no worries.
what a waste.
the purple piggy oinked 5:27 AM
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i guess it may be a bit cowardly, but i see no point in telling everything clearly. if you could assume what you say is obvious then you should have seen it. but no, no one does and so i do not see the point.
death.
the purple piggy oinked 5:24 AM
| Friday, April 8, 2011
there is this plan, and i most certainly expect it to succeed. which is why when the cogs of motion are set in place today, rest assured.
the purple piggy oinked 10:24 PM
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you know when people say that they're reassessing their facebook friends?
i'm doing that too, to real life.
strangely, the conclusion gotten after a short time remains the same as one reached after a considerable amount of time.
overtime, overtime.
some, of course, but you never know.
the purple piggy oinked 10:20 PM
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envy the ones who do not have the constant sad cloud of depression clawing away from within.
not so frequent really,
and it would be a deliberate lie to say that happiness was never felt.
but different, this feeling.
void.
empty sadness,
dark, death,
the stench of death pervades the empty corridors of the heart,
the childish innocence slowly butchered in a room off the corridor walk straight turn left first door to your right and then fifth cubicle
neatly ordered boxes suffocate the creativity as the mind,
weary, despaired.
now, this would not be so if the wobbly substance above your neck decided to do something,
but cowards never do and the plea for help has never been broadcast to the general population.
the silent screams echo through the dank musty death,
the child torn from limb to limb, carefully filleted sliced cut carved placed in packages labelled "FOR PUBLIC CONSUMPTION"
not too clear, i should hope.
begone, and leave the armies of death brandishing their scythes to advance in anticipation of yet another victim.
or i should say, willing victim.
the purple piggy oinked 6:34 AM
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light reaches out to the darkness
darkness swallows whole
light implores
helpless oinking of pigs to the slaughter
and the clouds meet
.
the purple piggy oinked 6:31 AM
