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Sunday, October 01, 2006 / 2:29 PM
WHAM! This has comed as a tight slap to my face and more importantly, a reminder for all the lost time. I have to say the promos are like euthanasia, except that they first humiliate you, crush your ego then send you down to the 19th level of Hell. It is not exactly a peaceful death, since u dun wanna die and they force you to. Morbid thoughts run through my mind, as i try to squeeze these disgusting things out. Things like them just like to attack you when u are most vulnearable. But heck, my immune system to them is down too. Rancid smell in the air, choking my senses. Falling down into a pit but the anticipated impact doesn't come that fast. It is like the hands of the dead, eluding you from the present and setting up a fictional world for you to believe in.You think you will end up with a few bruises but heck, all your bones are crushed. But just as you thought all your armour is gone and gunpower down, a light descends upon the grey grey skies. You reach towards it, feeling its warmth and sincerity. It lifts you up, and a cooling sensation spreads through your limbs. You rejoice, you smile and you een giggle a little. That is the light of hope. And i am waiting for its arrival. |
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