Drip, drip, drip.
Crimson splats dot the dry, red track. "Ge Garisan" has gone. Crouching, waiting, poised as silent hawks. The kill is ripe.
Hark. Out. Steps, rapid quick fire. Claw the rubber. Flex, tense, push-off.
Pound and pound round the bend they ran. Two stacked together. One awaits along. Out and out, two pull around a monstrous lap. Blazing, the sun strikes their backs. Blazing, their feet rip the track. Out and round they lean to left, creeping behind a silent threat. They and he aside. Out the curve they hug the white, out the curve they hug the bit line. Roars aplenty the two are foregone, poor the third for one last swansong. The wind is screaming, screeching, crying.
"Slow down!"
Fifty-nine not too plenty, perfect. The battle is over, number two is two. Down, left down to go but two is still two. One is one but how high, how out a one? Demons flashing, wailing, moaning. Hips a-wrecking down, left down. In line with the line, yellow line, white line. Imps are coursing through the veins but the gates are still holding, the white line in sight. Flex, tense, drop-off.
Through the tape, a twist of the wrist. Sweet saliva, stemless elation. O, the legs are heavy, yet steps are light and soft. O, the mind is swirling, but with colours of gold and red.
No, no. The battle ignited by the fighter's creed. Silence no more, the silence is heard. Jaws of silver sink into red. Bloodied pushing, bleeding roots. Oh the mighty fall this day.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
shitting
this is a follow up to yesterday's post
and yet again, to start off,
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as i've said
my bowels nowadays have somehow
just mysteriously somehow
acquired my speed
and have been releasing
more than its fair, daily share
of organic human waste matter
or, sai.
today as i visited yet again
the cleanest toilet in the vicinity
of the track which is the squash court toilets
i was disgusted at the state of the toilet seat
it is imaginable how some
cannot aim their pee properly
but at today's sight
i am extremely perplexed
at how some miss their shit
ding ding ding 100 points
yes that is correct
there was sai on the seat of the sai pit
albeit only a few crumbs
but enough to gross the shit back into me
also
the shit had obviously matured
and was rock solid, stuck to the seat
not exactly rock, but enough to prevent
my measly piece of toilet paper
from wiping it off
in the end it was hopeless
cuz while some could be rubbed off
they left a brown trail in their absence
which was somewhat even worse
however the shit was riproaring
ready to soar on wings like flying pigs
therefore in a moment of genius
i pulled out even more toilet paper
and made an improvished toilet seat cover
and shat my shit happily
but from this we can very obviously see
that there are ppl out there
who are a shame not only to man
but woman alike
shame on u all. grr.
and yet again, to start off,
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~!@#$%$*)":>`=-\';.[`_)(!@#'\,`
as i've said
my bowels nowadays have somehow
just mysteriously somehow
acquired my speed
and have been releasing
more than its fair, daily share
of organic human waste matter
or, sai.
today as i visited yet again
the cleanest toilet in the vicinity
of the track which is the squash court toilets
i was disgusted at the state of the toilet seat
it is imaginable how some
cannot aim their pee properly
but at today's sight
i am extremely perplexed
at how some miss their shit
ding ding ding 100 points
yes that is correct
there was sai on the seat of the sai pit
albeit only a few crumbs
but enough to gross the shit back into me
also
the shit had obviously matured
and was rock solid, stuck to the seat
not exactly rock, but enough to prevent
my measly piece of toilet paper
from wiping it off
in the end it was hopeless
cuz while some could be rubbed off
they left a brown trail in their absence
which was somewhat even worse
however the shit was riproaring
ready to soar on wings like flying pigs
therefore in a moment of genius
i pulled out even more toilet paper
and made an improvished toilet seat cover
and shat my shit happily
but from this we can very obviously see
that there are ppl out there
who are a shame not only to man
but woman alike
shame on u all. grr.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
pee
it is with deepest regrets
that i have to blog an entry such as this one
but i've had enough, just enough
of ppl peeing on the toilet seats
firstly, to set the mood for this entry
$%^&*()_+!@#@($)!_@*&^@_)+@($*&^!%@$!&@
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_)!@#~``,/';.[]\|!)_@(#$(!@#_+&(^%!@#">
with that done,
we have laid down the underlying theme
and sentiments to this
extremely serious blog entry
it has now become my inherent habit
and almost a ritual
to, before i lay my stunning butt
on the toilet bowl to take a crap,
do a professional cleaners job
and clean the pee-infested toilet seat
with a measly, ineffective piece of toilet paper
this complaint comes at a time when
my bowels have somehow sped up
and i take a shit one time too many a day
for no particular reason i can think of
it also adds to the frustration
when the waste matter that resides
in my humble home for the shit
a.k.a. the anus
is filled to its smelliest brim,
when the shit is screaming in agony to be released
as a wrongly-accused prisoner would ,
and also when the outraged shit
is disgruntled at the lack of space and overcrowding
and begins to tear through my fragile piece of flesh
which i would like to call - "the gate"
but enough about the gate
this entry is dedicated to
he who is not a marksman
it is sad
and a completely utter disgrace to males
for these boh boh shooters
to anyhow spray their pee on toilet seats.
this is despite on the average
a couple of decades of regular daily training
i say to you:
use a straw
not to bring up the liquid
but to release
if u think its too painful
pls do use the urinal instead
where it is at point blank range
and far easier to aim
yet it is evident in public toilets nowadays
that some do miss at point blank range
like cristiano ronaldo
not the pee, but a shot at goal i remembered
that hit the floodlights instead of the goal 2m away.
toilet floors burn and rot from these acidic pee
and its lucrid odour does at times
do enough to stop all that raging faeces from coming out
perhaps this entry might have been not so serious
"yes this is entertainment,
but the hazards are real."
if u cant shoot straight,
pls, try it at home.
that i have to blog an entry such as this one
but i've had enough, just enough
of ppl peeing on the toilet seats
firstly, to set the mood for this entry
$%^&*()_+!@#@($)!_@*&^@_)+@($*&^!%@$!&@
*()@*%^@&*@#!)@(#!@#:><<}~%^&*@(!@#%*&^
_)!@#~``,/';.[]\|!)_@(#$(!@#_+&(^%!@#">
with that done,
we have laid down the underlying theme
and sentiments to this
extremely serious blog entry
it has now become my inherent habit
and almost a ritual
to, before i lay my stunning butt
on the toilet bowl to take a crap,
do a professional cleaners job
and clean the pee-infested toilet seat
with a measly, ineffective piece of toilet paper
this complaint comes at a time when
my bowels have somehow sped up
and i take a shit one time too many a day
for no particular reason i can think of
it also adds to the frustration
when the waste matter that resides
in my humble home for the shit
a.k.a. the anus
is filled to its smelliest brim,
when the shit is screaming in agony to be released
as a wrongly-accused prisoner would ,
and also when the outraged shit
is disgruntled at the lack of space and overcrowding
and begins to tear through my fragile piece of flesh
which i would like to call - "the gate"
but enough about the gate
this entry is dedicated to
he who is not a marksman
it is sad
and a completely utter disgrace to males
for these boh boh shooters
to anyhow spray their pee on toilet seats.
this is despite on the average
a couple of decades of regular daily training
i say to you:
use a straw
not to bring up the liquid
but to release
if u think its too painful
pls do use the urinal instead
where it is at point blank range
and far easier to aim
yet it is evident in public toilets nowadays
that some do miss at point blank range
like cristiano ronaldo
not the pee, but a shot at goal i remembered
that hit the floodlights instead of the goal 2m away.
toilet floors burn and rot from these acidic pee
and its lucrid odour does at times
do enough to stop all that raging faeces from coming out
perhaps this entry might have been not so serious
"yes this is entertainment,
but the hazards are real."
if u cant shoot straight,
pls, try it at home.
Monday, March 05, 2007
temper
i've never really understood what anger is
i also thought it was, to all degrees,
controllable.
so for since i started to remember
i always sought to control it
but i found that there was no such need to
it's not so much a lack of a temper
because deep down i get pissed and aggressive
from say time to time
but i guess it was more of a nonchalance
but since then my temper has escalated
though still better than most i know
we're all a bunch of angry ppl i guess
but that didnt matter
i didnt care
until i did have to care
the ppl around me, the ones that really mattered
held blazing angers in them
to put it in a line,
it was something i disregarded completely
in the ppl i regarded immensely importantly
i never could fathom why one couldn't control anger
but it didnt matter for a very long time
however soon it became apparent
that i could not live in a temperless world
i believe that it takes the strongest
to hold their tempers
because it is just too easy to release one
i believe that it is the wisest
who keep their angers in check
because it destroys the greatest things
the things that took so long to build
the things that we hold dear to our hearts
the only things that we have left
but that is only for me to believe in and accept
i also thought it was, to all degrees,
controllable.
so for since i started to remember
i always sought to control it
but i found that there was no such need to
it's not so much a lack of a temper
because deep down i get pissed and aggressive
from say time to time
but i guess it was more of a nonchalance
but since then my temper has escalated
though still better than most i know
we're all a bunch of angry ppl i guess
but that didnt matter
i didnt care
until i did have to care
the ppl around me, the ones that really mattered
held blazing angers in them
to put it in a line,
it was something i disregarded completely
in the ppl i regarded immensely importantly
i never could fathom why one couldn't control anger
but it didnt matter for a very long time
however soon it became apparent
that i could not live in a temperless world
i believe that it takes the strongest
to hold their tempers
because it is just too easy to release one
i believe that it is the wisest
who keep their angers in check
because it destroys the greatest things
the things that took so long to build
the things that we hold dear to our hearts
the only things that we have left
but that is only for me to believe in and accept
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