well im back ... to take it from where I left a couple of hours ago ... the incubator thing might offend some of you . There are exceptions ofcourse but the general mass of our country , the illiterate betel juice spitting man just doesnt get it .

Just a lil while back i was walking back home and it occured to me that I still have a BIG part of me that is still not here . Mu poems , My college rumblings , My various fuckups some of which im proud of ...heheh .. So instead of torturing you about wierdos around , ill share a poem with you . This is my first poem and it just happened , Youknow .. i was sitting and had a bad day at university . A person , wo i considered my friend screwed me ... so i was sitting on my Rooftop when it suddenly popped into my head . I said to myself ; its better than cryin ... hehehe ... so i wrote ....

Monotonous , not me

When I see U smile , I can face the world ,
the world ….. so cruel ,
but me , so irresolute .

thousands prey on thousands ‘n’ protract ,
the world doesn’t care ,
but me I care .

ever wondered why so morbidness ,
the world doesn’t buy, doesn’t pry ,
but me I cry .

lechers , boisterous gals fancy all they can do ,
lords and arachnids do it too ,
I’m stupid , she’s monotonous ,
sooo very monotonous , portrays me a fool ,
she can’t make me see ,
she’s monotonous …. not me ,
monotonous , but me , not me .