Tuesday, April 27, 2004
shit, ive just heard & listened to hoobastank's new song, "the reason", and it was damn farking brilliant. its seriously farking brilliant, the entire lyrics and more so the story-plot of the video. shit, you've got to watch the video to know what the chocolate salty balls im talking about. i feel as though that kind of life belongs to me and i belong to that kind of life. admittedly, this sort of life is deliberately exciting, ostentatiously suicidal, utterly senseless, and the life of either a winner or loser. as a chinese saying convieniently expounds it, roughly translated, the winner will be the king, the loser will be the bandit. notwithstanding, some of my fave flicks includes "the great escape," "the score," and "the italian job."
suite chic sings "uh uh"
i will always be a cracker....darKness-ak
suite chic sings "uh uh"
i will always be a cracker....darKness-ak
Monday, April 26, 2004
kokia sings "void"
i am back....darKness-ak
Saturday, April 24, 2004
nappy roots sings "right now"
have you ever attended a Chinese Ghost Festival bidding night organised by a secret society....darKness-ak
darKness-ak
Thursday, April 22, 2004
not sure for the rest of the bloggers out there, but ive just been given a free beta-run Google email account. the only thing that i really like about it is that it has given 1000mb of space, compared to my hotmail one of 2mb. yes, that is a difference of 998mb *aghast* *petulant horror*. but then im too lazy to migrate all my email contacts to google mail becos my hotmail allows me to connect to MSn, which in turn let me irritate my friends who are online. but anyway, now i do have a google email account, the addy is kennysellsbooks@gmail.com. so like what is new rite???? suddenly i feel like an Innovator as described in those mindfarking biz books.
speedway sings "save yourself"
okae, im going to sleep now, im into sleeping now, and God is going to whack me for this petulant behaviour....darKness-ak
speedway sings "save yourself"
okae, im going to sleep now, im into sleeping now, and God is going to whack me for this petulant behaviour....darKness-ak
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
when my primary2 teacher asked me what is my ambition when i grow up, i said "scientist". now, i'd say "bookie". what was i thinking then in that pri2 brain of mine???? my granpapa was a horse-racing bookie, my papa used to be his assistant when he was very young, as in the early 70s. so of course, i must be a "bookie" too.
darKness-ak
darKness-ak
kan ni na, i got directions already lah, its just that im still procrastinating. i feel a migraine coming on soon, He punishing me liao, and last night or should i say this morning, man-u won their match. i hope ARSE-nal lose all their remaining matches.
darKness-ak
darKness-ak
i just learnt this wise saying from ditz's friend's blog (shall call him techno king), and it can be abbreviated to *ACBC ACBC*. it literally means:
Act Cute Buay Cute, Act Chio Buay Chio
so next time if you have a super buay yaow bai friend, just give him / her a bloody good whacking first and then soothe the poor soul with such a wise saying. always remember, secret society rule #1, "whack first, talk later". rule #4 also said that you must understand a little bit of hokkien to get what the shit im crapping here. btw, i think techno king is damn kan ni na funny, im about to call him sifu though i dont know balls about him. must intro him to botak ivan then it'll be hokkien madness siah.
speedway sings "genie in a bottle"
ai piah chia a yiah....darKness-ak
so next time if you have a super buay yaow bai friend, just give him / her a bloody good whacking first and then soothe the poor soul with such a wise saying. always remember, secret society rule #1, "whack first, talk later". rule #4 also said that you must understand a little bit of hokkien to get what the shit im crapping here. btw, i think techno king is damn kan ni na funny, im about to call him sifu though i dont know balls about him. must intro him to botak ivan then it'll be hokkien madness siah.
speedway sings "genie in a bottle"
ai piah chia a yiah....darKness-ak
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
trying to stay bright
im still procrastinating
nin na bei, im worst off than a hum chee secret society member
please let me whine
im just procrastinating non-stop
really cannot make it already
okae shall go kill myself now
i stay on the 17th floor
or i can whine & whine some more
or i can kill myself now
or keep my appointment with karenL at 8:30 tonight
God, kan ni na, i really need directions
kenny
Saturday, April 17, 2004
she poured water into the canyon gaps of my window sill / "to make it rain faster" she mused / if we can just sit for awhile / if we can / we'll leave a letter here / and throw the rest into the sea / if she planted bean sprouts in a plastic cup / it'd grow out of her perfection / her field undefeating / her sense is coldly unsettling / we walked too much under the sun / talked too little / for us to know what the other was really feeling / we didn't panic / i held your hand / sat there believing / that we might make it through / we sat there / letting the sun get to us / rendering me ignorant, and you suffering / you made stars with your hands / gently telling me to keep them safe / those things that i thought of / but never really ever do / we never had to fight / i should have known more / the skies didn't cleared fast enough for me / and i didn't write letters to God / so we sat under the sun / wallowing in teenage sufferance / and i sat down hoping that we might make it through on the afternoon in 1993/
boxcar racer sings "and i"
mrs. dalloway opens a bookshop....darKness-ak
Friday, April 16, 2004
wont you help me, to look through the glass darkly / am sure mom would pray for jackie's strength / upon all of us / if she knew how to / instead / we learnt how to drink manganese dioxide / so that we could dream great dreams of Heaven / save yourself / we dont really mean it / its just part of a divine conspiracy / that we shall mourn for our dead / and on hindsight, write some papers / naming them as "The Rachel Papers" / and the title runs as: "it was fast, it never hurt" / she'd never have experience bridesmaid & potpurri / not even by the solemn courtesy / of grandmama's black magic / but / the dead do visit dont they / and typically, i inherited grandmama's gift / of admonishing spirits / of being fiercer than spirits / and from yesterday onwards / i know that / im now able to walk through the valley of the shadow of death / and all ye spirits / will accord me that mutual respect / its like a spark that flickered / momentarily / when i was learning to look through the glass darkly /
* lucy partington was famed author martin amis's cousin, who was abducted & murdered by frederick west, believed to be britain's most prolific serial killer in its history. it happened on a dark night 27 december 1973. she was only twenty-one years old, leaving her friend's place, and three minutes away from the bus-stop that'd have taken her safely home. she was denoted as missing with her remains discovered only 21years later. martin amis is also the son of the even more famed & knighted author Sir kingsley amis. the younger amis recorded all such experiences in his memoir "Experience".
** and i think ive inherited my hateful detestable grandmama's gift of scolding spirits.
tori amos sings "spark"
my familial gifts always skip generations whether it was mom or dad's side....darKness-ak
Wednesday, April 14, 2004
while out with gracie yesterday, i realised that ive un-sensible bad traffic-pedestrain habits. consciously, i know that it has always been there, me, jaywalking relentlessly at every opportunity that permits, but never knew that it might border on the lines of innate suicidal tendencies. im not saying im suicidal but more like the damn cliche phrase of "too fast to live, never too young to die." okae, this is a breakdown of my traffic-pedetrain habits. i'll jaywalk at almost every single occassion. i'll cross the traffic light junction NOT when the "green man" is on but rather when i see the lights turning amber, which is signalling for the traffic to get ready to stop. so when everyone is waiting for the "green man" to appear - which does appear in a lapse of 5seconds, after the amber lights comes on - i'll start to saunter on, and take a passive drag of my ciggie, if i happened to be fagging. in the scenario when im just jaywalking, i'd see a car coming towards me which means i should wait for it to pass, which i WILL. i DONT believe in dashing across the road, trying to be faster than the car, that is either plain stoopidity or you're trying to show off to the poor driver of how nice your sneakers/sandals at a up, close, splat & personal range. so what i do, is i kinda wait for the car to kinda pass me. which actually means i see the car coming, i cross the road at the halfway line, and then i try to get as close as possible to the car, while it zooms past me. i know most of us does that too, but ive this really bad habit of cutting it too close, too reckless. most of the time, i'll prep myself that this time, the car is going to run over my feet or the sideview mirror is going to smash my arms. so far, that hasn't happened YET but what i get is that lovely momentum drag of wind that is produced by the car zooming past me. the space between me & the car, is just horrendously close. if the car was travelling at a slower pace, im sure i could see the driver's nostril hairs. so you see, im NOT proud of my jaywalking habits, neither am i slightly suicidal nor stoopid. im just plain insensible and happen to like that rushing drag of wind when the car zooms so close past me.
faye wong sings in cantonese "pact"
am reading martin amis's "experience"
am reading edith wharton's "the age of innocence"
the light falls without letup, blindingly....darKness-ak
Monday, April 12, 2004
/ we bought a dog when i was nearly fourteen / and we never really walked it, / no / i'll call "it" a "him" / he was family / and we never really walked him / ma said he would pick up fleas / i didn't protest / pa said nothing much / i didn't plead / so we never really walked my dog / brought home / left running wild in our 3-room flat / defined as 2-rooms plus a living room / he was king of the house / frivolously marking his pee-ed scent / anywhere he felt was absolutely necessary / he was toilet-trained by pa / but still / he pee-ed everywhichaway / lifting up his white culry fur lamb-like leg / as though he was saluting / to his canine higher-purpose / he / pee-ed more rampantly / when no one was around / to keep a cursory lookout of what / great mischief / he might be up to / pa cleaned up lovingly / after him / a pin-head beration follows suit / ma cleaned up ambivalently / after him / an ak47 semi-automatic tirade follows in merciless guerilla fashion / not at him / but at us / usually at me / for hankering / for wanting to buy a dog as a pet / i'll shoot-cast an evil eye at him / give him an obligatory spank for / having no respect for other people's property / and i bet he was thinking / "but those are my property now since ive just claimed-pee-ed on it" / i cleaned up very begrudgingly / after him / a smidgen of irresponsible thoughts will follow / like / "why pa isn't back from work yet?" / "can i talk some sense into him?" / "can i strike up a bargain with him?" "pee in the toilet and i'll stop blowing my 'just-woke-up-morning-breath' into his face" / it was apocalyptic hopeless / and even when he loved peeing anywhere he fancies / a few heartwrenching times on my bed / his favourite was the washing machine / the refrigerator was a close second / my dog is excellently toilet-trained / if we are looking at him / and when he felt the need to go / he'll uppitily & mighitly / saunter / swagger / stroll / just to make sure you see him doing what he was going to do next / my dog will / execute his one-leg salute / in the toilet / nonchantlantly / "hallelujah" i say /
darKness-ak
Sunday, April 11, 2004
giving up the ghost / i should be extremely happy in your company / lay down your coffee-berry hands / you know that i will elope away with / when the nights dont come easy anymore / but with you / sleep will elude me / and eyes vigilant like those cruel eyes on alcatraz / i shall possess / yet, you co-invented capitalism / you gave birth to yourself / as a modernity fad / iced / flavoured / now / when tradition / and all that old fuddy-duddy habits / would surely suffice / strong, violent, caustic, sharp, vile, cynical, / and bittery / is my true confessions / of you / or what i really think of you / but without you / my mornings becomes a howling / that ginsberg professed, "i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked...." / so nothing will keep me away from you / except / maybe the lack of sugar & milk / but im sure you'll seduce me / to lay up my sickening downfall / to "evolve" me to drink you black / like the little black samboo on their old "massa's land" / reservior of compassion / you dont spare / twisting my system / with your vile liquidity / changing me / in the least ways i knew possible / but you know that i'll follow / i'll surely follow you / lest i mightn't be able to / elude sleep without your pearly blackness /
darKness-ak
sylvia plath / pulsing in brilliant flashes / bursting into blue electric flames / madly unstoppable / un-vaguely relentless / even deep down to the core of her beliefs / that the writing belongs to her / and only hers / the demons crawls from her journals / punishing her / and she sought pitiless refuge further from her journals / by writing incessantly / by doing what she has been created to do / writing her life / into ashen fragments / into glittering pieces / that we might somehow / one day / see that / suicide was her best way out / no one could have possessed / that plath girl / for no one could have match that / auburnish deviant-elcetic streak of hers / not even ted / could have match her ferocity / her viciousness / her shining brilliance of words / that he could only pay penance / by writing his / tormented "birthday letters" / as mercy / from her ghost of past / not forgiveness / for she / has to be that frightening / a little bit of that / searing synapses / and a little bit more of that / perfectness - perfection / ive always wondered / if she did not / gas-ed herself to enjoy silence / we'd have to stand / in awe of all that / endless writings of hers / and her written words might just be the / catalyst / or a good excuse / for us to see that suicide / can be / a good ending too /
darKness-ak
Friday, April 09, 2004
In order to accomplish something, one must dedicate oneself to it totally, so much that our fellow men cannot even imagine such an exclusivity. And that does not mean at all the amount of time consumed. There are also the innumerable emotional subterfuges practiced toward oneself, slow transformations of personality, as if one supreme goal, beyond one's will and knowledge, pulled in a single direction and organised destiny.
ive just come across this piece of prose by milosz while typing the synopsis for it, and flipping thru the book after i was done. and yes, i think it more or less describes & explains my behaviour towards the biz, BooksActually.com. its like come hail, rain, brim, ash, and whatever crap, im standing fast by it. ive not wavered since August2002 when i first chance upon the idea of setting up a bookstore. and im glad that the idea still stands regardless of the many changes that have taken place so far. ive resorted to unimaginable extremes for the biz, both good & bad, with most of it simply being plain nasty. but it might be becos im "pulled in a single direction and organised destiny."
tori amos sings "1000 oceans"
i fear almost nothing except God....darKness-ak
a blessed Good Friday for everyone out there, even for those that i want to rip out their hearts & tickle their pancreas. okae, a little over the evil-side, but seriously, a blessed blessed blessed blessed Good Friday, the day that our Lord sent His son Jesus to die for us upon the cross, to redeem us, and to allow us to share in His Love. currently, there're only 1 other person online besides me, on a morning meant for watching tv or simply sleeping it away. rachelC is online & mugging in some library at the other end of singapore while im here frantically working on BooksActually - blogging included - and im blasting the radio at the same time, most probably to my neighbours' ire. and earlier while sneaking a peek at the mtv channel, they played travis's "love will come through", and i thot at the moment that God was hinting at something to me. as in, despite all the crap shit now, He'll come through. the day looks gloriously fine and i think that it'll surely rain. and i thank Him again for allowing dad to be with us for exactly 9years & 1day, yesterday we celebrated dad's birthday at home, with a splendid dinner, and a durian ice-cream thrown in for good measure. and may God also look upon my mom with grace & favour. they might be separated but my blood flows from them. Amen.
travis sings "love will come through"
agape....darKness-ak
travis sings "love will come through"
agape....darKness-ak
Thursday, April 08, 2004
upon the sparrow's grave, i'll bring you sugar / whispering to you my mediocre lies / and you'll demand to possess my crooked little heart / you're a piano player / differentiating between what is black /and what is white / while i dwell only on that grey patch / floating by us / high up in the sky / alive / still orbiting / thoughts of mine surrounds you / i shall be scared of the morning grace / afraid that that i'll misjudge my own senses / and lose the only round in this game / and due to abandonment / the heart thaws cold / very still / very cold / it chills me / inside / endlessly / that closure will not come without blood / giving it all up / will make me a poseur / so upon the robin's grave, i'll bring you sugar /and a lump of beautiful coal for myself / so when i realised that im actually a damn lucky cracker / we shall listen to tori amos / breathing her words / to us / faster than you & i could ever breath / yes, i'll make you a cup of tea, and i'll ask you for that sugar that i had brought for you /
tori amos sings live "cornflake girl"
you bet your life that i'll make friends with that bee....darKness-ak
tori amos sings live "cornflake girl"
you bet your life that i'll make friends with that bee....darKness-ak
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy arsenal lost im so happy who cares whether my bookie lost money or not, as long as arsenal lose can already. muahahahahaha, btw, have you all realised that arsenal are such an A-R-S-E(nal).... they must come from a long line of arses for them to lose so grandly tonight.
darKness-ak
darKness-ak
Monday, April 05, 2004
i think ive sat here a thousand times / and i want you to know / that its alright / if He decides to take you home today / i use my fingers to count / its been close to nine-years / a time / when ive been given love & kindness & exasperation / from you / the city's taking an off day today / the streets are empty / am still / waiting for you to grow / even more mellowish / more understanding / while you're waiting for me to grow up / to be more sensible / more matured / and i think the silence between you & me / is quite God-given / used to love those morning rides from you in your taxi / to grandma's place / you were silent / driving / i was silent / reading my enid blytons / i remember the bright June sun / shining down on those pages / while you put on your rayban shades / they always said that i was a carbon-copy of your face / but i think you look better / because somewhere along the line / i screwed up / you've never brought me to disneyland / neither the zoo / nor the amusement fair / but those few taxi rides will do / and the closest thing that i'll never forget / was when you asked me to take care of everyone / when you thought that you might not make it at all / i was only a few days old of seventeen / what were you thinking? / or maybe you felt that i might be able to carry everything through / and so that day / you made me to grow up that little bit more / and so / dad / thanks for sticking around / thanks to God for allowing you to stick around / some more / come wednesday / you'll be fifty-four / and though i know you'd not be able to read this / happy birthday, dood / and i nearly forgotten it until daniellia reminded me the night before / now / ive to crack my head to get you an appropriate prezzie / shit / im going to be even more broke / and i'll say that even if you're my dad /
stina nordenstam sings "soon after christmas"
thank you God....darKness-ak
stina nordenstam sings "soon after christmas"
thank you God....darKness-ak
Sunday, April 04, 2004
yikes, theres a bee flying around in my room now, maybe i'll turn up my radio, send out some of the audio vibrations, and confuse the bee. as of recent weeks, ive been getting into the momentum of working out stuff for BooksActually, so this is like good but with more planning & thinking, more things simply appears out from thin air, and all that needs to be done too. i think ive been learning quite abit of patience too, i sure hope that im feeling the right things, it should be patience otherwise i cant think of a reasonable explanation for it. i know myself, i change my mind faster than you can say out your own full name - whatever your name is - but its kinda strange when im this patient. ahahhaha, ive scared off the bee with the super-loud radio, didn't feel like killing it on a sunday morning, am sure God wouldn't like that.
jacqueline du pre plays j s bach's "cello suite no.1 in G, prelude"
i want to be master yoda, a short green ugly fart but the most brilliant mindfarker of all....darKness-ak
jacqueline du pre plays j s bach's "cello suite no.1 in G, prelude"
i want to be master yoda, a short green ugly fart but the most brilliant mindfarker of all....darKness-ak
Friday, April 02, 2004
last week while i was out with peizhen @ parco bugis, i bumped into this long-lost sec sch friend, priscilla, whom has this pushcart biz going there right now. having not seen each other for ages, and used to be very close to each other during sec.1 & 2, we arranged to meet tonight after she closes her stall for the day. so we met up, caught up with alot of details in our life, and also finally learnt alot of sad things that have come to pass.
i learnt that her ex is now doing time for trafficking and wont be out for another 3 years or so. and you must understand that her ex, lin-che was my primary schoolmate. i also learnt that lin-che's younger brother, ah-zhi, passed on roughly a year back. i can still remember how close both of the brothers were, and they were also very nice to me. we went to the same sec school but we went into different secret societies. the both of them went into the "sioh ji ho" while i went into "ji-si lor-kuan". and i can still remember ah-zhi once telling me that if i ever need help, just call him even if it means crossing society boundaries. somehow, they had looked upon me as their younger brother even though we wont that close in school since we were in different classes.
priscilla then gave me more bad news when she said that seng guan had committed suicide roughly 2 years back. seng guan was my senior in primary school, and he was also the one that brought lin-che & ah-zhi into "sioh ji ho". although, he was a secret society member, he has to be the most upright, loyal, brave, friendliest gangster that you could ever meet. i know that lin-che & ah-zhi used to look up to him alot alot alot. well, even my friends & i who were from a different society used to respect him alot. and it has all come down to this.
im thankful to God for getting me out, but i do feel sad that ive lost another 2 friends. in a space of 3years, ive already sent off 2 close friends, and now ive to live with the realisation that ive somehow lost 2 more. priscilla says that she will bring me down to both ah-zhi & seng guan resting place to pay my last respects next week on her off day. i cant visit lin-che at changi becos im not part of the immediate family. its damn farking sad. regardless of what other people might say or think, there are nice & good people in secret societies too. at the very basic, we are all humans too, aren't we? it just so happened that we took different paths along this thing called life.
kenny
i learnt that her ex is now doing time for trafficking and wont be out for another 3 years or so. and you must understand that her ex, lin-che was my primary schoolmate. i also learnt that lin-che's younger brother, ah-zhi, passed on roughly a year back. i can still remember how close both of the brothers were, and they were also very nice to me. we went to the same sec school but we went into different secret societies. the both of them went into the "sioh ji ho" while i went into "ji-si lor-kuan". and i can still remember ah-zhi once telling me that if i ever need help, just call him even if it means crossing society boundaries. somehow, they had looked upon me as their younger brother even though we wont that close in school since we were in different classes.
priscilla then gave me more bad news when she said that seng guan had committed suicide roughly 2 years back. seng guan was my senior in primary school, and he was also the one that brought lin-che & ah-zhi into "sioh ji ho". although, he was a secret society member, he has to be the most upright, loyal, brave, friendliest gangster that you could ever meet. i know that lin-che & ah-zhi used to look up to him alot alot alot. well, even my friends & i who were from a different society used to respect him alot. and it has all come down to this.
im thankful to God for getting me out, but i do feel sad that ive lost another 2 friends. in a space of 3years, ive already sent off 2 close friends, and now ive to live with the realisation that ive somehow lost 2 more. priscilla says that she will bring me down to both ah-zhi & seng guan resting place to pay my last respects next week on her off day. i cant visit lin-che at changi becos im not part of the immediate family. its damn farking sad. regardless of what other people might say or think, there are nice & good people in secret societies too. at the very basic, we are all humans too, aren't we? it just so happened that we took different paths along this thing called life.
kenny
Thursday, April 01, 2004
for those interested in the key dates & details regarding this year's Man Booker Prize 2004, hop on to this linkPRESS ME, it should give you what you want to know, like when will the longlist & shortlist will be announced and blah blah blah.....
speedway sings "talk to me"
going nowhere fast, got no speed again....darKness-ak
speedway sings "talk to me"
going nowhere fast, got no speed again....darKness-ak
its now 4:45am in the morning, i had gotten up to pee, and then decided to switch on the computer for not exactly any clear reasons....ahahahhahaha. im now thinking what should i eat for breakfast later to go along with my coffee. was out earlier with peizhen, sharul joined us later after he finished work at 8pm. i bought the projectshop bag as planned, and ended up spending more $$$$ again, by splurging on a cd. its this female-fronted band called Speedway, and their current claim to fame is for a punk remake of "im a genie in a bottle". im a sucker for female-fronted bands. im a sucker for bags too. and im fizzling out again....
/ if i could convince myself / seven nights a week / just to think about you / to have a conversation with you / you made the night sky clear / dotted it with some finnicky-looking stars / and so im impressed / i should be saying / "please forgive me for taking you for granted / almost on a daily basis / i have closed my eyes on you / before / but you are still hanging / beside me / seven nights a week / so what do i have got to lose / by yielding my life to you / i / i have ten fingers / i have ten toes / and so i can be thankful too / when i want to be / but in your case / you are different / you are always there 24/7 / unequivocally / standing beside me / listening to all my crap / witnessing all my deeds / and carrying me thru when i cant hack it anymore / so i'd like to say / "thankyou God for calling me "yours" / thank you God /
speedway sings "all that matters"
i promise i'll try if you stand by my side....darKness-ak
/ if i could convince myself / seven nights a week / just to think about you / to have a conversation with you / you made the night sky clear / dotted it with some finnicky-looking stars / and so im impressed / i should be saying / "please forgive me for taking you for granted / almost on a daily basis / i have closed my eyes on you / before / but you are still hanging / beside me / seven nights a week / so what do i have got to lose / by yielding my life to you / i / i have ten fingers / i have ten toes / and so i can be thankful too / when i want to be / but in your case / you are different / you are always there 24/7 / unequivocally / standing beside me / listening to all my crap / witnessing all my deeds / and carrying me thru when i cant hack it anymore / so i'd like to say / "thankyou God for calling me "yours" / thank you God /
speedway sings "all that matters"
i promise i'll try if you stand by my side....darKness-ak
