5 Chapters

i owe kn fr this one. copied EXACTLY the way it was frm her blog.

CHAPTER ONE

I walk down the street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I fall in.

I am lost… I am helpless.

It isn’t my fault.

It takes forever to find my way out.

CHAPTER TWO

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I pretend I don’t see it.

I fall in again.

I can’t believe I am in this same place.

But, it isn’t my fault.

It still takes a long time to get out.

CHAPTER THREE

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I see it there.

I still fall in… it’s a habit… but

My eyes are open.

I know where I am.

It is my fault.

I get out immediately.

CHAPTER FOUR

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I walk around it.

CHAPTER FIVE

I walk down another street

if nebdy knows how to get outta the second chapter, feel free to coach me :)

Ajeeb bc hain saray!

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So if im not afraid to die, im a suicide bomber?!

neat!

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ҳ̸Ҳ̸ҳ the Coin ҳ̸Ҳ̸ҳ

I ache to hold you

but my hands

they drip innocent blood

and you are so pure

The mind; it fights all reason

tries each night

but my arms

they are so old... and wrinkled

Your body

your body so fresh

eyes like diamonds

shiny, naive, expressive

A touch away you lie

a drink of elixir

a cup of forbidden wine

and countless demons

Such penance!

within my reach and so far, far away

my bitter soul

not worthy... not ready

The pain

oh Lord! such pain

such irony

you lie beside me

Breath whispers on my shoulder

shadows beckon

my heart in a fist

i look at you and turn away

My claws so sharp

your skin so tender

i breathe a dragon's breath

your tear's a farmers' wish

You love me!

why?

im a monster, you dont know

a change... that's all i seek

like most things, this too, shall remain incomplete -rooj

Shitters

Dear loyal readers,

There are several ways people shit. They shit wen u arnt luking, wen u ARE lukng, wen they think u arnt luking but actually u are *bad! very bad* and they proceed to shit wen they think ure luking, but ure actually too engrossed in somebody's cleavage or somebody's ass.

Here goes, an official tribute to all those shitters:

- You think im not luking. So, wht do you do? You go ahead, behind my back and start shitting. Back stabbing. Why? Because you dont have the guts to come infront of me, look in my eyes and stab me *thereby, justifying the reason why i hate you soo much and you need to shit behind my back* However, the key word is: think! news flash bastard:
I'M ALWAYS LUKING AT UR SORRY ASS!

- Oh, so you do know tht im luking and somehow u've managed to borrow enough balls from smbdy *since have none of ur own; which is why i hate you soo much and you need to shit behind my back* to shit right infront of me. Hey, i have no issues. Its ur shit. Shit wherever u want. I jst hope u do know wht's in store for you. Oh? You dont?!
TSK TSK TSK!

- Fine. I wasn't luking. And u did ur work: shitting! My bad. I agree. But u should know: admiting my own faults is a big thing and usually ryt after tht, im seethng mad. like mad! *think real mad!*
WHA'CHA GONNA DO WEN V CUM FOR U?

It is, therefore, important to know wen and where ure shitting. Thankyou