something inside me is pulling me down and i don't know why. maybe it's the fact of mercy and the will of the lords of the skies. perhaps it would be funny to consider my brain as an experimental part of this world, where all tests would be done until it short circuits. i hope that when i got an information overload and it gets my brain short circuited, i have enought energy left to rewire my think box. right now, it keeps happening, whenever i work, i am blanked out at the end of the day, and all i want to do is spend it at the comfort of tep's arms.

yeah yeah yeah, i know it's all a matter of fact that i keep myself getting overloaded. yeah, an overdose of information everyday, that husband and wife that has an age difference of 23 years, that funny name i saw. And, what can i do on lunch? i spend fifteen minutes eating, and the next 45 mins thinking about anything and everything. i don't have anyone to have a mindless chit chat with, either i jot down something i can think of while i'm thinking. or write a freakin novel about yesterday afternoon until today's lunchtime.

yeah, i can fill six pages of my 6x10 journal in that 45 mins if it's what comes to my mind. sometimes i would bother myself by thinking about the house that i would buy for my future wife tootsie, well, if we're ready to become fianc?es. plus the what ifs of winning that god forsaken lottery, which i know has a billion chance of winning. sometimes i would think of mushy, if not, corny, messages to send out to someone, which a lot of times, i don't know if she likes it or not or what.

it's like a fuckin' metronome, whatever the heck that means. quoted from kurt cobain. so what's up with kurt? i dunno, prolly one of the most successful suiciders i know.

i know i have to stop with this mindless jabber, besides, who reads these anyways? i doubt anyone does. who would want to read the AngelicFall's Private Journal/Diary? heck. i got lower hits now than what i have before.

ten thousand things to do, but yet i can only manage to finish one at a time. i ask myself not to smoke more than a stick on the way to work, but i can't help it, traffic aint moving much. i want to avoid coffee, but if i don't drink coffee, i fall asleep while typing at 80wpm.

what the hell does things mean when people say it? sometimes it makes me think, whenever they have a tendency to shift their intonations in their phrases.

life... mercy... hello....

Posted by Ron Valiente