-.- 3 consecutive losses cracks the dam that holds the reservoir of angst in place. so here we go riding along the flood of emotions.
but words just don't seem to come. such torture. to feel so much with no outlet. there is, i'd think... but so unreachable. malignant aching of the soul.
there is a vestige of truth and glimmer of hope in every d3lus!onZ. why do they not realize it? they laugh, and they simmer, and they boil. like potatoes in a cauldron of stew. who are they? the knobbly brown and rugged roots of the earth, extending its tendrils into each heart, leaving a little plague in its wake. like the pestilence of the locust swarm, with breathing holes in its sides. six legs to kick off an image and the warning hum of a dark cloud. cackles of lightning and whales in the sky, raining wads of 2-ply tissue as salt of the earth. a prodigal son returns on wings of freedom.
there is no "i" in team, but there is certainly "me". all about me?
Name: Foo Guo Zhong Melvyn
Age: 19+
Affiliations: MSHS (Pri), Rosyth, RI, RJC, SFX (LoG)
Bday: 14th Nov
Email: mel_protoss@hotmail.com
-.- 3 consecutive losses cracks the dam that holds the reservoir of angst in place. so here we go riding along the flood of emotions.
but words just don't seem to come. such torture. to feel so much with no outlet. there is, i'd think... but so unreachable. malignant aching of the soul.
there is a vestige of truth and glimmer of hope in every d3lus!onZ. why do they not realize it? they laugh, and they simmer, and they boil. like potatoes in a cauldron of stew. who are they? the knobbly brown and rugged roots of the earth, extending its tendrils into each heart, leaving a little plague in its wake. like the pestilence of the locust swarm, with breathing holes in its sides. six legs to kick off an image and the warning hum of a dark cloud. cackles of lightning and whales in the sky, raining wads of 2-ply tissue as salt of the earth. a prodigal son returns on wings of freedom.
there is no "i" in team, but there is certainly "me". all about me?