Have you ever had a friend, and you knew his dad's name, his mum's name, his siblings' names, what his works for, what his mom used to do, where his siblings study, but suddenly lose contact of that person?
Well, it rarely happens, but suddenly (I?) feel angry toward this friend.
How can a friend just not give a shit back?
It's like asking 'sudah makan?' and they say yes, and then say nothing. And then they walk off, never messaging you, never calling you, never replying your letters.
It's like wishing 'Selamat Hari Raya' via SMS, email, in person, but still not getting a reply.
It's like that.
Which is why I wish I could stop wishing these people die slow painful deaths. Which is why I am trying to get the image of me covered in his blood, after mass murdering his family and pet cat.
He will be in tears, seeing his father's entrails covering the living room of the small terrace house he lives in, and ask while sobbing 'Why did you do this...' and I shall put my hand on his shoulder, and say nothing but smile.
Which is why I try to stop imagining that I pull his finger nails out one by one, only after lodging splinters of wood in underneath his fingernails. Only to proceed by slowly inserting a large blunt needle into his eyes, but you see - people have eyelids. No matter, for an incision shall provide the means for the removal, which will be the cue to shove a large, rusty needle into his eyes. One by one, slowly but surely.
And he will ask "Why do you do this?"
And I shall say, "So you remember me"
Then by taking the pliers, I pull his front teeth one by one, but leaving some so he can still talk and beg for mercy. And beg for mercy he will. With blood oozing out of his mouth, he will ask
"Why do you do this?"
And I shall say, "So you remember me"
Happy Fathers Day
How can a friend just not give a shit back?
It's like asking 'sudah makan?' and they say yes, and then say nothing. And then they walk off, never messaging you, never calling you, never replying your letters.
It's like wishing 'Selamat Hari Raya' via SMS, email, in person, but still not getting a reply.
It's like that.
Which is why I wish I could stop wishing these people die slow painful deaths. Which is why I am trying to get the image of me covered in his blood, after mass murdering his family and pet cat.
He will be in tears, seeing his father's entrails covering the living room of the small terrace house he lives in, and ask while sobbing 'Why did you do this...' and I shall put my hand on his shoulder, and say nothing but smile.
Which is why I try to stop imagining that I pull his finger nails out one by one, only after lodging splinters of wood in underneath his fingernails. Only to proceed by slowly inserting a large blunt needle into his eyes, but you see - people have eyelids. No matter, for an incision shall provide the means for the removal, which will be the cue to shove a large, rusty needle into his eyes. One by one, slowly but surely.
And he will ask "Why do you do this?"
And I shall say, "So you remember me"
Then by taking the pliers, I pull his front teeth one by one, but leaving some so he can still talk and beg for mercy. And beg for mercy he will. With blood oozing out of his mouth, he will ask
"Why do you do this?"
And I shall say, "So you remember me"
Happy Fathers Day
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