Somedays, even Alone is too much.

Alone but yet peaceful. Space travel would be nice. Looking for an excuse to get out. Would like to jump up and down for bit. Runny nose as usual. Mayday still rulz. No need for another you cause sometimes you are too much. Bare-faced lies of the Opposite Sex. Questions not asked but waiting to be answered. The ah beng in me wanna scratch his balls and stare into space. Hokkien songs are funny. Human interactions are not preferred. Perfume with double sexes. Staring at the laptop, keying in useless random words that don't make sense. Mayday still rulz. Superman is overrated in his tight pants (they stuffed him with a sock). Aching ovaries doesn't make sense. Neither does fuglies. It is almost dawn in my mind even though its getting dark outside. Black, white and purple rain. Ask Buddha and Dita Von Tesse what they think of the world now and you'll prob get the same answer. Mayday still rulz. Welcome to Tabbed Browsing. If only we can tab browse our lives. Racing cars and chasing them in my head till my engines burst. Too many Gods. Too many reasons to leave and not enough to stay. Space travel would be an excellent idea. My plants are dying cause they are too human. Mayday still rulz. Spent 5 minutes writing junk that no one reads. Somedays, even Alone is too much.


Am i all alone in this universe?
There's no love on these streets.
I've given mine away to a world that didn't want it anyway.