I refuse to sit and cry, worrying about my stye, so I googled some remedies, found out the meaning of Blasphemy, after which I took a cloth, and warm water like a sloth - couldn't decide between boiling, or maybe even scalding, or perhaps put in some ice; I wonder if the difference would surprise. Switched on the radio, turned the volume low, had my moment of reverence, as I listened to the muezzin's call, had me thinking of... Returned to the laptop, soaked the cloth in and out, pressed the warmth to my stye, his facebook caught my other eye, had me thinking of... Hey! The water's not warm enough! Getting this right's really tough! Went to fetch boiling water, busy, busy, busy; I won't go under, had me thinking of... Returned to the laptop, soaked the cloth in and out, as I thought of these insignificant doings, with actually deeper meanings.
I threw the cloth aside, Fuck it, I said. I'm never going to distract myself from thinking of...
you.
-Anna Lee
I've tried again & again not to worry about you. I know I told you to be strong, but fact is, I'm afraid. I'm afraid that you'll break down, because if you do, then I will too. I can't stand to see you sad. & I'm afraid that I can't be strong for you. You're my strength. If there's no you, there's no me. I can't be me without you, but I'm trying my best to keep smiling for you.
Though I have to admit that she's pretty, a young & sweet girl, also quite dainty, you do realise that she's NOTHING compared to me, for I am THE QUEEN?
My ego's talking now. But boo-hoo, go cry it out. I don't give a fuck.
Let's see..
I'm a babe while she's a girl. I kick ass while she twirls. One boob of mine's bigger than two of hers. Would you rather her "cuteness" or my intelligence?
I can be cute if I want to, but she can never feign intelligence.
Would she tolerate your temper as I had? Laugh as I do when you're not funny? Stand by you as bad as it gets? Or run crying towards her Mummy?
I know I'm being harsh now. Sorry if I've caused offence. She is after all your typeracing "friend". I just feel a little...(the J word)
I refuse to sit and cry, worrying about my stye, so I googled some remedies, found out the meaning of Blasphemy, after which I took a cloth, and warm water like a sloth - couldn't decide between boiling, or maybe even scalding, or perhaps put in some ice; I wonder if the difference would surprise. Switched on the radio, turned the volume low, had my moment of reverence, as I listened to the muezzin's call, had me thinking of... Returned to the laptop, soaked the cloth in and out, pressed the warmth to my stye, his facebook caught my other eye, had me thinking of... Hey! The water's not warm enough! Getting this right's really tough! Went to fetch boiling water, busy, busy, busy; I won't go under, had me thinking of... Returned to the laptop, soaked the cloth in and out, as I thought of these insignificant doings, with actually deeper meanings.
I threw the cloth aside, Fuck it, I said. I'm never going to distract myself from thinking of...
you.
-Anna Lee
I've tried again & again not to worry about you. I know I told you to be strong, but fact is, I'm afraid. I'm afraid that you'll break down, because if you do, then I will too. I can't stand to see you sad. & I'm afraid that I can't be strong for you. You're my strength. If there's no you, there's no me. I can't be me without you, but I'm trying my best to keep smiling for you.
Though I have to admit that she's pretty, a young & sweet girl, also quite dainty, you do realise that she's NOTHING compared to me, for I am THE QUEEN?
My ego's talking now. But boo-hoo, go cry it out. I don't give a fuck.
Let's see..
I'm a babe while she's a girl. I kick ass while she twirls. One boob of mine's bigger than two of hers. Would you rather her "cuteness" or my intelligence?
I can be cute if I want to, but she can never feign intelligence.
Would she tolerate your temper as I had? Laugh as I do when you're not funny? Stand by you as bad as it gets? Or run crying towards her Mummy?
I know I'm being harsh now. Sorry if I've caused offence. She is after all your typeracing "friend". I just feel a little...(the J word)
