Squeezing a piece of meat, stuck between my teeth using my tongue. Wiping off the burger sauce and pieces of onion dripping and falling on my shirt. Licking what was worth. Alone in the control room, commanding an idle battlestar, on fucking sunday night. while my friends are having a good time somewhere in exciting city of sleepless prats.
I purposely went sneaking noticeably in an Apple store. Went straight to this inferior looking sales person and without much force, terrified him into giving me information how much it cost for a brand new iBook G4 power adapter.
He said trembling: "RM799"
By the love of god!!!!!!??? that's like a brand new Boss fx pedal.
Fierce, I throw a few star darts just missed inches from his head, of course-lah purposely, as a sign of warning and disgruntlement.
I lay a dreaded vanguards underneath my fertilization-defying saber light katana, rip open a once painful memory long forgotten. For this ninja admit fear, lost and defeat for all it's glory. Glory, glooorrrryyyyyyyyy....