Here, i Envy the Road

Like a thousand years,
It feels. Though only days has it been since i saw your face.
Every moment gets more painful to bear.
Slowly the clock ticks, mocking me to when i see you again.

Five days it has been since i last saw you. Five long long days. It can drive one to insanity.
So I do what wrist cutters do. They put their pain into the physical. They take the maddness within and let it drip outside. They let it flow out, drip by drip.

Yes. I made my pain physical. Don't be angry. I let the IN drip out, so I can be SANE. Don't mock me.
Just the thought of being without you, drives me to that extent.
(nice try, if you think i'd cut myself. its gonna take a little more than a few days to get my to breakdown. wahahaha if you fell for that. doesn't mean i'm lying. i put the pain into the physcial. the weight i feel is overbearing. i put that into the physical.duh, weights? my mind goes running wild, sprint anyone? i do let it all drip out. i sweat my pain away. wasn't difficult was it?)
Till I see you again.
Μολὼν λαβέ
(Otherwise known as COME AND TAKE THEM!)

Gone away.

So I was going through my desk when i found an old piece of paper.

It reads:
"The Lights are blinding, I can barely see you.
The Music, glaring out of the speakers, I can't hear you.
The Smoke, I can't breathe...
Your grip releases, I can't feel you.
Its so cold, don't leave me... Please.
Please please Don't leave me......



I love you "

Thinking back, Its funny. Funny how you went from my everything to my nothing.
Hell In fact i'm glad you're gone. If i were to rewrite it. It'd read please please please DO NOT come back.

Aidios muchacos.

AU-OOOH!

Just had to dedicate this entry to the Bad-Asses without peer.

Laconians, Lacedaemonians, SPARTANS!

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Off topic, its 3 am and i'm bored so i drew this!

ROFL LOL LMAO bye.

Next Stop...

No codes here. Fuck codes. I'm lazy.

Sitting in the train, the announcement rang louder than my music:"Next Stop, Yio Chu Kang."
Wrong, Next stop middle of no-fucking-where. It takes forever for the train to get to there. Its like a trip to nowhere.

Then it stuck me. Like some twisted joke told to you by a goat on weed. Get the goat away from me please.
Being on train with a goat on weed isn't good. But the goat made me think. Think about no where. Being no where isn't really where you want to be is it?

But then again, there's no where else I'd rather be than to be nowhere with you. Because I realise that when i'm no where with you. I'm no where with you. I'm no where with you.
I'm no where with you. Because if i'm no where with you. I'm Now Here with you. There's really no place I'd rather be than nowhere with you.

Ok so technically it did have a "code". Boo hoo.

The Moral of the story is,
Do not talk to goats on weed on the train.
If you do talk to the goat, don't follow its advice.
If you do listen to its advice, don't write about it.
If you do write about it, don't let others read it.
If you let others read it, remember to tell them to ignore the part about the goat.

Its 1:48 am, I'm signing off. Remember don't talk to goats on weed.

Call me back to the battle...

And the Spartan will fight. May the death on the battlefield be the greatest glory.
As he crosses the barren field he sees the hordes of enemies. All charging madly towards him.

He raises his shield and points his spear toward the horde. The first to run into his shield is knocked out cold. His commrades suffer a worst fate at the tip of his spear. Their numbers drop quickly at the hands of the Spartan. Yet even he knows he stands no chance agaisnt the large numbers. In the end he is pushed back. Step by step. He is overwhelmed.
Then it happens, he begins to fight like a man possesed. He launches his spear into the middle of the horde and draws his sword.

"TO THE DEATH" He screams. "AU-OOOH!!!"

The number of men dead by his hands are as follows.

23 dead upon engaging with the spartan.
Double that with in the next 5 minutes of fighting.
73 are dead by the time the horde has pushed the spartan back 5 meters.
81 dead by the time they inflict the first wound.
87 dead within 20 minutes of mad fighting.
92 dead by his second wound.
119 dead as he is stabbed multiple times.
120 dead as he breathes his last breath...

Chapter 5

If i don't live to see tomorrow would that have been long enough?
Cause i have yet to walk my half.
For upon this path lies the Zealot's wrath.



(1) 67 is to 76 as 21 is to:
(2) 1305/45:
(3) (1)X4
(4) "Half the time goes by suddenly you're wise":