banyak carutan. maaf. trying to make a point.

the best way to react and cause a sustainable after-taste is to react so silently and deadly that only you and that other person know who's fucked up real bad. so bad in fact, that the target will suddenly stop drinking his premium sirap limau, eyes widening slowly as the reality kicks in, staring off into space and then with maximum theatrical effect whisper the few words that are simply magical;

"oh my. i'm fucked, aren't i."


oh yes, my friend. you are fucked. and a good one at it yeah? beats all the other one night stands you had before, where you try too hard the following day to make up an excuse. well here's one you can look back on all life long and pass on to your great grandchildren. a good fuck, it is. one where you are so terribly affected realizing you will pay for the consequences by having your body cut off into two but yet you tremedously fail at denying what was done was so exceptionally clever, you want to cry out of regret for not thinking of it first. one where it does not only last for five short minutes (2, sometimes) but in fact, forever.

isn't that nice? a good fuck that lasts forever.


oh no mi arrogante payaso, it is not your fist and it is not your cocky face while you wipe your sudado las manos.


a coward, while you are perceived otherwise.

shall we turn this around then?



how about it mi payaso?


how about a never-ending good 'fuck'?


why, dont you fret about those excuses in the morning dear,


i'll think of one.