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Mood: mind-stalled-morning

it's so beautiful..




they asked. why do i like coldplay so much....

...cause they were magical. i said.

He'll fuck ur throat... slowly..... with food.

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Mood: Food-Fucked-Feeling

i dedicate today's post into saying what kinda condition im in now. time is 1:28 AM now, minutes ago, i was getting the food-fuck treatment. it just have to be done at this kind of timing, he just have to do it when im dead sleeping already.

AND WAKE ME UP IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE TO EAT WHAT HE CLAIMED AS DINNER..

it's not the first time, and this time im calling it the food-fuck treatment, where he rapes me with the food. the repulsive matter slids into ur mouth and slowly glides down the esophagus and starts raping the internal organs, robbing off every dignity thats left within.

he'll leave me with a huge serving of foodstuffs and a line of advice before going to sleep. "UR MOTHER'S OLD VAGINA, U DICK FACE BETTER HURRY UP, EAT" is what he said literally.

so i went to the study room and sat down at the only light emitting source currently, which was the table lamp that wasn switched off by someone, in the corner of a house, surrounded in darkness.

so i forcefully finished the bowl-of-stuffs. now im beginning on my plate-o-stuff. food-ranger came around to inspect whether im throwing away any of his stuffs before leaving me with another of his advice. "U THIS FUCKBRAIN, EVERY TIME SO LATE STILL DUN SLEEP". yes... totally, its my fault.

i actually did had my dinner at nine.. i guess that doesn matters anymore.

AND... the africans are starving................... well, some1 here might be able to save the day, so please send some ppl here to escort this Sir. Hunger-O-Nomore there.