one thru ten

two ways to do it right and one way to the top.
seven ways to get to school and six ways to ignore what youre told.
four ways to have fun and a three way should be considered.
five working days in a week and eight hours of hell.
nine meals can be eaten and ten ways to laugh.

[sara] what do you want me to do? what is happening here?
[gregor] i can't answer that, you already know the answers, sara.
[sara] no i don't, i need you here, gregor, won't you stay?
[gregor] you know i can't do that sara. we've been down this road, it's about the time we split.
[sara] ...i'm afraid. i don't want to wake up alone in the morning and realise that it wasn't a dream.
[gregor] save your tears doll. it's six o'clock, you have work in a few hours.
[sara] ...you're right, i shouldn't. good bye dear, i'll miss you. won't you phone me sometimes?

out the door gregor went off to face the dark and the chill in the morn's air that tempted him to return to sara's flat. he wrapped his jacket tightly around his body and crossed his arms neath his both arm pits. he walked a bit to nowhere and discovered the time from his wrist watch: it was eight sixteen, he wondered about a few things: have i been walking for two hours and sixteen minutes? would sara be at work? who should have taken care of jim baker? where the hell am i at this instant?

in fact, gregor's wrist watch had stopped the night before his departure with sara approximately twelve hours ago. twelve hours ago, he was with sara. they sat together at the park, her head on his laps talked about this and that. then they went to her flat on baker street. made love and watch two old movies: breafast at tiffany's and the red ballon. then, they made love once anew. sara's immaculate vagina was succulent and sweet. her eyes and his eyes met midst of loving making, and she passionately kissed him. then, he knew that she was falling in love. that notion made him frightened. he was always like this. when things were on the track, he was scared of the notion that it will trap him in. hence, when he sensed some heat, he'd back out from the relationship.
he realised that he was still on his feet, without a destination, like a rolling stone. he came across an enigma doughnut shop, to the cashier he asked for the right time. the cashier retorted seven o nine. he fixed his wrist watch and ordered a cup of small black coffee. he sat near the window and watched the life outside. unfamiliar faces, pretty clothes, and etcetera. then he got up to leave through the door when someone burst in through the other side. fortunate his reflex had saved the trouble of spilling on him or her, whomever she was.

[stranger] o, i am terribly sorry. thank goodness you didn't spill your coffee and made a mess. again, i apologize. i didn't know that it would rain and haven't got an umbrella. so i just ran in here and am fairly wet.

gregor had not noticed in fact it was raining outside. there were a lot less people. some running to hide from the rain and some fancy enough, had umbrellas. just then he was glad that she bumped into him and informed him about the rain and saved him from the trouble.

[gregor] it's no problem, we're perfectly safe from the rain and the coffee in my cup. if it wasn't for you, i would have just walked straight into the rain.
[stranger] well then, it'd be my pleasure to save you from the rain and your coffee! it is pouring densely. i don't know how i am getting home...
[gregor] yeah, it is pouring. just pouring, it looks like i, too, am stuck here for now. do you want to sit down?
[stranger] sure, that would be the idea of having chairs around.

gregor immediately realised the woman's clear, hazel, aqua-like eyes. they didn't frightened him but soothed him. they both took turns of talking about themselves; q and a. no awkward silences. work has slipped right off from gregor's mind.
her name was chloe muddle. gregor thought that her appearance and her name couldn't be more perfect. he found out that she is an artist, with a part time waitress job at a local red robin. she has a cat named mrs hudson, a four year calico. gregor noticed the rain had stopped and saw the sun rays cutting in through the windows and lighting her eyes. just then, he knew that this encounter was not an ordinary encounter, but something extraordinary.
chloe got up and asked if he was coming out with her, gregor replied he'll be right there with her.

ener gy dr
inks s
le e p ing p ills
nyquil
pep si
loads of toba
cco
loss of app
e
tit
e
min
or h
ours of s leep.

ti
red
we
ary
i
drew
two
drawings:
i was hap
py.
i never f
elt t hat be fore in
my life.

i'm sorry.
it's alright.
really sorry.
i know it's alright, and i'm sorry, too.
it's alright.

the clean sheet and i
stare
at one's surface
for so long
without anything
to say to
each
other.

low

Slo
w s
low s
low i
just
do
nt k
now
what what w
hat to do
to do
to do to do.
So low low low
the
sun s
un sun
fri
ed all t
he fun
out
as well as my bra
in.
I have
n't wrote any
thing
not
hing not
hing not
hing.

I want you

There
we sat at a local cafe, with stories from the
both sides. With the night
wind, they ran away:
your little fingers
enclosed the cup.
Witnessed by a drunk
politician, who had a large
hole on his boot.
He was lost in a
backyard of a widow
who didn't know
this, but that's alright, because
I want you.

We
leaned against your
car neath the night
sky, my mouth
was talking
way more than yours.
Thunder strike the
runner on her shoulder,
her laughter
rang throughout
the night,
and that's alright, because
I want you.

I want you.
I'll love you
'til the stars fall
from the sky.
I'll stay with you
'til the oceans dry.
Sugar,
you're mine
'til the day I die.

Cliche quotes that capture
many minds, I could say it, too,
if you want me to.
But know that that isn't me,
I want your heart.
I'll probably be alright
if my boots were all torn,
but I won't be alright
if you tear
me apart,
sugar, I won't
break
your heart.
I want to make
love
to you in the
morn and at nights,
please don't call me
as one of your friends,
because I don't,
I won't,
I want
to be your lover
and more.
I want you,
I want you
so bad.

Freight Train

I-
tend t move
fast from
time t time.

Was a train goin t fast;
the trip,
only a few days,
should have
been a lot more
t last.

She got off
with her suitcase

an
her baby love.
On highway 20.

I,

tender as the night's gentle melody.
Perhaps, frightened
you, unwillingly
& unknowingly.
Granted, no no no no no no worries.
None at all.

It was 5:05
when it struck the thunder
riders o the desert.

In my
imagination,
you shed tears
with hands folded
tremblin.

Babe, don't
forget that
I am
what you're missin.