Tuesday, April 18, 2006

petrified. stupefied. terrified.

one of my worst fears had somehow, been starting to materialize.

not that it had metamorphosized blatantly before my eyes, but it gradually seeped in through my entirety like a scary movie. or a paranoid thriller (spoorloos comes to mind. a shameless plug, i know. sluizer should compensate me for this, hehe)

yup. maybe it transformed me into a raving schizophrenic or something. but sometimes being a paranoid can save someone's ass. a premonition that extends a considerable mileage. a gut feel that eventually results in either diarrhea or an empty tummy.

mine doesn't. but enough to pull my arse off the danger zone for the meantime. what i don't know is if that bloody stork- - -the harbinger of anything with an elongated sickle- - -would come for a visit, again. if that happens, i don't want to be anywhere near him.

guess i'll have to renew faith again. pray, that is. lots and lots of prayers.

yeah. i'm at the threshold of the title of this post. and i don't want fucking shivers down my spine.

latest musing of Etchie at 23:57