alone again, naturally

i need a notebook. a no-te-bo-ok. to pen down my thoughts. my thoughts needs to be penned down. before they do a little tribal dance and hop away like bunny rabbits in a death cab video. my thoughts dance really well they have "mad skillz". i cant afford to sell my thoughts to The Wind. thoughts hold secrets to my soul. if The Wind knows about It, The Wind will try to steal It away from me. because thats what The Wind does best. The Wind is a soul-stealer. but not only soul, The Wind sometimes also steals jazz, metal and hip hop. but you cannot blame The Wind. it is merely doing its job. it is you. you are responsible for letting It slip away .. It is now gone. with The Wind. jialat, then how? consperm cannot sleep leh. tml cannot wake up go find job. kaninaaa. how liddat? stay at the home watch tv lor! hanor hanor tv dam nice one i tell you. veh the intelesting. then can go cor the macdonal delibery. eat foot and watch tv. wah, lyk in havent sia. super mario shiok man!


oh, dear brain, why do you always do this to me? all i wanted was a notebook.