Epiphone, Junior Model. Epiphany. Le Perfection's.
Suddenly I came home one day and I saw a plasma TV. Goodness old man, I really don't exist.
I have come to realize that I have not been blogging as much as I were months before. I will not be like others and say I don't know why. So I know why. Since I've met Perfection, I'm less... querulous? Not to say I'm freaking effervescent now. Still a misanthrope.
Whatever, lets just make you jealous.
Love.
It's a four letter word. Overrated. I can think of other four letter words such as shit, damn, fuck, lame, lolz, lulz, lawl, what, ever, also, hate. Why am I mentioning Love then? Am I in Love? If I were ever in something, it would be of a better quality (much much better) than something as insipid as Love. Alas, I settled on that word because I haven't created a language of my own. Yet. Do I believe in Love? No. What I believe in instead is, God. God created me out of Win and Awesome. However, that wasn't the only thing. He... divided, bifurcated, sundered, www.thesaurus.com, (I have been accused of using it. It would be so much easier to just say "I'm jealous.")-- anywho, what I'm trying to say is there was only One. But then God made it two. So there's two of me. But the other me is a woman. I just found her. So now two bodies are sharing One soul. Together we are One. Now I can shoot lasers from my nose and lightning comes out from my arse.
A lot of skeptics were dumbfounded. I thought I was a pessimist. We got engaged just four days after we found each other and we want babies. Pronto. Non-rambunctious nor boisterous. Just Awesomeness regardless. Life said no though. Not yet. That can only mean one thing. Life itself is covetous of me. Awesome ain't it?
On an unrelated and completely random note, Khairul Azim and Johan. What? What? Don't ask questions that I won't answer. Then again, just don't ask questions.
Suddenly I'm hungry.
So what's Love or something a lot like it or better?
It's simple. It's just something that you obviously don't, can't, won't have. Sucker.
I'm done.
Afan.
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