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Coulieo LiVes


Sunday, February 15, 2004


A letter...

What a day what a day what a day, why? Cause nothing happened. Yes that's right. Been stuck at home all the way.

Why again u may ask... CAUSE MY FREAKING STOMACHE IS NOT DOING ME ANY FAVOURS THATS WHY!

It still hurts, though not as often as yesterday, it still hurts. Oh for thou art the bane of my life. Why are you, the weakest link?!? Have i not pampered you with food, with drink, and spared you the torture of spices that burn your hands at every touch? The tastes that soothe the tongue has been despised by your walls. Have you gone mad?!?

You have made my life, a living hell, yes a hell not worth living. a hell that seeks to engulf me with a life led by the cold cold hands of solitude. Why do you bite the hand that feeds? Do you seek destruction? Do you seek to cease from your daily routine?

Return, return to a life worth living. Return to your former glory. Be strong, be kind, be good, be mine. Allow me to treat you, to a world of delight. a world, that not yet seen by your eyes. A world, so vibrant, it will span many lifetimes to explore. Allow me to bring you to this paradise. Reject not all that i offer, for none are evil.

Receive these gifts that approaches from these palms. Welcome them with open arms. Oh, but why do you cry again? What have i done that you should treat me this way? Must i drug you, persuade you with these remedies? That you might succumb to my will? Oh come to me softly, peacefully. and i will show you wonders, you have never seen. Believe.

For all those who have got no idea as to what i'm writing about, its a letter to my tummy. Freak.

9:58 PM