When I was a kid, I always looked to the then still quite starry nite (less street lamps) - and talked to the sky and requested, close to demanded - PLS, UFO, Show yourself to me and pls rapture me. or Abduct me. I dont care, I dont belong it here, also I suspect my parents are not my parents, and I talked to them, confronted them - their face were red N afterwards they beat me up. So UFO, u see, it shows, I dont belong here.
No answers! SHITS.
I actually couldnt understand why it was so hard to get tuned with them or just to sit in their UFO tummy.
These few days, ie how I talk to my bed too. Bed Bed, I want to lie on you, I want to sleep with you, I want to feel your pressure against my sore stifffffff back, and I want to hug you, kiss you, drool over you.
NO ANSWERS! My bed isnt responding to me. I think he's angry with me, becoz I hv not been attentive to him at all. I spent less than 60% of my usual time with him....and when I am not sleeping, usually I like to hug him with my books or iphone kindle......now, I could feel he's angry, he's sulking, he doesnt welcome me.
Just like the UFO, they dont welcome me. They dont want to abduct me. I beg of them. And now my bed is that hard to get to. Sigh, I will go and take a moment to tell him how sorry I am. I really dont mean it, stuff has taken my attention, phone calls, emailing have become my unconscious movement.
Pls take me back, bed.
hahaha! (^^)
ReplyDeletetry looking for a button on your bed that will transform "him" into a hyperspace vehicle~ (^^)
hahaha, he's angry, but when he's OK I will lure him to tell. hehe
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