Saturday, March 24, 2007
I've a pistol in my paper bag. Aquarius - (Jan 20 - Feb 18) You can quickly assess a person's character, because outer appearances
don't impress you.
Open-minded, you take to strangers easily, but have to be careful of others playing on your
sympathy.
You approach love with your head, are turned on by mental stimulation, and seek to experience a mind-meld with a lover.
You can be fickle, flirtatious, indecisive and double-dealing, and you prefer affairs
to commitments.
But you could vow loyalty if you meet a compatible communicator with a sunny disposition who's glamorous, noble and ardent.
You can meet your type in your immediate neighborhood, libraries, bookstores,
primary school, through siblings or personal ads, on short journeys, via
the telephone, computer, or around newspapers, news, magazines, lectures,
debates, teaching, or printing concerns.
Birthstones: Blue Sapphire
Lucky numbers : 11, 29, 38, 47, 56,
Colors : Royal, Azure, Sky Blue,
Compatible Signs: Aries, Gemini,
Libra, Sagittarius
It seems like it's pretty easy for Aquarius to meet their types.
I should walk around my neignborhood more, visit the libraries and bookstores at least twice a week, go on short journeys often, use the com everyday, talk in the phone all day long, read the newspaper and watch the news everyday, join a dabate team, attend all my lectures.
Bullshits! *laughs.
I was watching this documentary about air rifle and shooting.
And I enjoyed the sound of the pellets right through the black spot.
It pleases me, alot, I must say.
Mm, depressed people should not join shooting, trust me.
Not because they will shoot themselves and end their miseries, but because they will shoot the people causing their miseries.
Well, I know I would ...
I imagine myself trying out the air rifle.
I think I would take the air rifle and ran out with it.
Halfway through campus, I saw K-Fuck & Co.
They were laughing so fucking loudly, snorting, grunting, shouting, and looking around seeing if people notices them.
And they were always making fun of people around em'.
Fucking AA.
I am so fucking pissed and annoyed at them so I shot them with whatever was inside the air rifle, be it rubber bands, rifle pellets, or even nose shit.
I just fucking shot them.
I shot D-Fuck ( Duck ), then H-Fuck ( Huck ), then S-Fuck ( Suck ) and finally K-Fuck ( Kuck ).
It's just like the movies, like during the WW2, they queued in line to be shot.
Yes, just like that.
I couldn't even believe it was so organised, as if they deserve to burn in hell, or some sort.
I remembered those annoying moments, and how they torment everyone in class with their snortings, fucking distracting people, and I suddenly took out an machine gun from my school bag and fire at Suck.
Suck was rolling in blood and he rolled five times and stopped.
So I went over and kicked him.
Still alive.
So I stepped his mouth with a Doc Marten boots and fucking took the boots out and bash his eyes.
I plucked out his braces and his eyeballs popped out.
I fired at them.
And Suck dies.
I poured black blood on Duck and break his headphones.
Then I plucked all his eyebrows and smash his fucking straight teeth.
I yanked out all his dyed hair, and layed him flat on my knees, and bend him into two.
I threw his soccer-boots-like shoes into his pants, and set fire to them.
I bash Duck with Doc Martens boots and shot-gun him twice.
Duck is dead.
Now Huck.
Huck, ha, chicken shit.
I smash him in his head with his bowling ball, and his eyeballs flew out.
I used a rocket launcher on him, and fucking launch it into his undies.
He exploded and Huck is also dead.
Some bloodless death that is.
Kuck, tough but I'll kill him.
I smacked him from behind with the air rifle, and stabbed his butt with the mouth of the rifle.
I shot ten pellets into his butt and shot him in the face with twenty rubber bands.
Then I plier-ed out all his fugly piercings and stabbed him with the rifle.
I covered his head with a Giant plastic bag and bashed him.
I triple-crossface him like those in WWE, and then I choke-slam him.
Finally, his eyeballs also rolled out, then I bashed him to death with the air rifle.
Kuck is dead.
I stood over their bodies and laugh an evil laugh.
Then I gave a loud fart and shouted, " In your face, bitches! " and went for Alfresco.
Finally, K-Fuck & Co is dead, world peace man.
Yeah, how I wish I had that much of guts.
I hate K-Fuck & Co.
They ought to be ambushed outside school and chopped into a million pieces and feed the vultures. Fuck 'em.
If I ever were to join shooting, they will die in my hands.
Stone Cold Steve Austin, The Rock, Triple H.
They are my role models and I will learn all their moves.
So one day, when I've all the guts of the world, I will triple-crossface plus choke-slam k-Fuck & Co till they die.
Doc Martens, abit too ex.
Will get construction boots.
Bunch of cheebees.
I'm just really bored, pardon me.
What do you do when your life's a disaster and you're moving faster, and it's getting harder to breathe. What do you say if some is right but you disagree even if it's the truth.
