Monday. 9.6.04 6:40 pm
Feeling the after-effects of Lord of the Flies. If you can figure out what this poem is about, I appluad you. If you can't, your probably stupid:
As Doomsday draws ever so near, creeping toward me like a beast on all fours, I am struck with the pain of remorse. The awful truth strikes at me at the most inopportune moments. Remorse for wasting a whole summer. Remorse for not being outside as much. Remorse for summer. These pangs of regret stab at me as if the very teeth of the beast is upon my neck. Now, as the beast lunges for the kill, my pain grows all the stronger. Every passing minute becomes an eternity of turture and relentless agony. I sit here waiting... desperately waiting for this beast of burden to pounce and deal the final blow. When all life ceases to exist and the beast tamers once again begin their rule.
Chenman
uh...
Christmas?
no jk...SCHOOL!!! AHHHH
» helljumper on 2004-09-12 05:38:17
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