empty

now that i know people (other than just someone’s insecure, immature, domineering girlfriend) read this (hi jimmy) here is a post on nothing in particular.

i love giving people awkward answers to inane (read annoying) comments. my favourite, which might contain some morbid undertones, is explaining why i’m in god’s name/the fuck/omg i’m listening to such a cina beng jay chaohai song.

the honest cross my heart and hope to die truth?

well, you can’t handle the truth.

inquisitive-minded people are welcome to seek the uncomfortable answer. you know my extension.

i gaze on your life in pictures
it’s so painful and shameful
i have to avert my eyes
they burn like my cheeks

if there was any way
you could take my hand
and we would pull each other out
of this mess

you innocent child
the only fault, naivete
the struggle with conscience
does not end in victory

the saving grace is the fact that you still have one at all

fire your blowtorch at my eyes.
pour acid down my throat.
strip the tissue from my lungs.
drown me in my own blood.
choke my baby to death in front of me.
show me her struggles as she dies.
cripple my children.
let pain be their daily and only playmate.
spare me nothing.
wreck my health so i can no longer feed my family.
watch us starve. say it’s nothing to do with you.
don’t ever say sorry.
poison our drinking water.
cause monsters to be born among us.
make us curse god.
stunt our living children’s growth.
for nearly eighteen years ignore our cries.
teach me that my rage is as useless as my tears.
prove to me beyond a doubt that there is no justice in the world.
you are a wealthy american corporation and i am a woman of bhopal.

bhopal.net

wee people are as wee people do?

hello there.
here i am knocking, knocking at your door.
do you intend to let me in?