the hifi by cynthia yip
Monday, November 14, 2005
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Please Purge
i am mad.
i think my heart is going to explode. Explode into a mess of hate and hate and hate. Leavings of malice and malevolence spatter the walls. Hostility oozes into the carpet and odours mingle with sweat. The bile and stickiness will never wash out. You can taste it, and it makes you want to rip and vandalize the things around you.
My heart is like tar, but still it pulses with a thick power that makes me want to throw up.
i think my heart is going to explode. Explode into a mess of hate and hate and hate. Leavings of malice and malevolence spatter the walls. Hostility oozes into the carpet and odours mingle with sweat. The bile and stickiness will never wash out. You can taste it, and it makes you want to rip and vandalize the things around you.
My heart is like tar, but still it pulses with a thick power that makes me want to throw up.
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