Friday, March 18, 2005 @ 18:33
number one hundred and twenty-one
waiting for correction fluid to dry. so i'm blogging now.
watched spongebob squarepants yesterday. very nice. very spongebob-squarepants-ish. then went home to do maths. coordinate geometry. it is quite easy actually. but tedious, requires lots of workings and stuff. and later on at night, went to the library in the car that the battery went flat an hour ago. recharged it at my mother's workplace. luckily it did not break down.
to the library for the sake of a book. i felt like reading it for some inspiration. anybody read the melancholy death of oyster boy and other stories before? it's nice. damn nice.
Roy, the Toxic Boy
To those of us who knew him
-his friends-
we called him Roy.
To others he was known
as that horrible Toxic Boy.
He loved ammonia and asbestos,
and lots of cigarette smoke.
What he breathed in for air
would make most people choke!
His very favourite toy
was a can of aerosol spray;
he'd sit quietly and shake it,
and spray it all the day.
He'd stand inside of the garage
in the early-morning frost,
waiting for the car to start
and fill him with exhaust.
The one ans only time
I ever saw Toxic Boy cry
was when some sodium chloride
got into his eye.
One day for freah air
they put him in the garden
His face went deathly pale
and his body began to harden.
The final gasp of his short life
was sickly with despair.
Whoever thought that you could die
from breathing outdoor air?
As Roy's soul left his body,
we all said a silent prayer.
It drifted up to heaven
and left a hole in the ozone layer.
nice. i like it. it's by tim burton by the way. the author of nightmare before christmas.
my correction fluid had dried.
so come on, tell me.