I seemed to have wandered away from eighty's rock for a while
but I have come back with the help of cheesy bands like poison

thank god for cheesy bands

We watched him cry over a bowl of beef noodles
nobody really knew why he was crying
none of us knew what to do
we waited for out beef noodles like sanctuary
hoping that somehow he would swallow his sorrow with the beef noodles

we both felt guilty, not knowing the right thing to say
we both felt helpless, not knowing how to make it all go away

drink then
someone said

we drank cheap wine and Irish whiskey
something of that sort

everybody ended up drunk expect for me
I seem to have discovered my secret talent in drinking

its dangerous not to wonder
i mean, that whats at sake here,
this woman can quote scripture
but she cant find africa on a map

i come from a christian nation
even the athiest are christian,
its a christian god they dont believe in
and in this it reminds me of high school

when and if you go back, please patronize rita they way she did for you
when you last saw her, repeat the same sentence five times as if suffering some rare degenerative brain disease. Repeat the conversation from hence on at least twice a year

go see the nuns, speak african with them
then go see the security gaurd, the one who studied theathre at university
he was the heart of that school
and if you look back at this school, when you pass through the gates which read
"may god STOP bless you"
you'll swear that fucking statue on the ceiling is laughing at you
"may god STOP Bless you too"

Seems that our old high school put you through a lot of trauma
Glad i'm not alone
i don't know why my classmates can go back
maybe it's called being thankful
sometimes
i feel as if all of the teachers were brainwashed by some doctorate degree wig wearing hippo
they look at me as if i am a lost soul

I am not lost, just wandering

too bad they don't let people wander in Taiwan

a woman has eight babies, gives them all biblical names becuase she is fundamentalist who believes god wants her uterus to pop out a litter, yet... expects tax payers to fork the bill.
I dont know why, but this woman reminds me of your old high school, conversations with nuns and taiwanese english teachers, makes my skin crawl,

i read that a senorita was pregnant with eight
does it matter how many you conceive at a time?
or the number is actually the times worse your condition gets?

personally i believe that the problem is not at the kids at all
it is in the number of children you think you have
the intensity of the pain and troubles increase with the number of kids you logically think you have
that's the magic of it!
if you convince yourself that you are in fact just conceiving a giant tummy of fat,
the voila!
all the pains have disappeared!

absolutely fantastic
i should get this idea patented

read: your either hung over or pregnant