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the boogeywoman
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This lil boy dressed still dressed in his nursery uniform. There was something peculiar in his behaviour , the way he sat upright so stiffly with a stoned expression , unlike kids of his age who would run around as if they had ants in their pants and treating like the train like a playground of sorts.

I looked at him , he looked at me. Our eyes met and he stared at me with his glassy eyes.

I swear that his gaze would be deemed malevolent if he wasn't so young.

He looked so stern that he looks old beyond his years.

I felt that he could sure use a smile and as if by reflex my tongue slipped out from my mouth and wriggled for a second before winking at him.

He continued staring at me , eyes wider than before , the elusive smile still nowhere in sight.

Just when i thought i saw the edges of his mouth curl up into a grin .. His features scrunched together into a menacing scowl and he burst into tears.

The first thought that struck me was

"WTF AM I THAT HIDEOUS !?"

And then i looked at it from a more rational approach.

"Did i actually make him cry ?"

He was still bawling his eyes out and his mother was so pissed that she smacked him on his head that resulted in him crying louder than ever. She then pinched him on his chubby thigh and glared at him.

He inhaled but didn't exhale , and attempted to stop crying .

His eyes were still looking at me with tears streaming out.

I felt so bad for causing him to be reprimanded by his mom.

Geez. I used to think that i shared an affinity with kids.

I should seriously review that mindset.

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ANARCHY!
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Its awesome to break rules just for the thrill.

Don't chastise me for saying so cus' its a form of release from this banal life we're all leading.

Oppressed and conforming motherfuckers. Thats what we all are.

Today , i played a waiting game with the lift in my block simply because some vandal had pryed loose the "Close" button and filled in the cavity with some sort of clay.

To be honest , i wasn't even pissed.

I was actually quite impressed that somebody had the balls to do that within the few seconds of travelling time.

If i could , the first thing i would to do to satiate the growing need to destroy would be to stall the lift completely when a couple gets into it.

My pent up frustrations stems from the accumulation of incidents where couples would lack the basic courtesy of pressing the door open for me even though i'm in sight.

Don't think i don't know what you guys are up to hor !

Happy making out against the dried phlegm coating the lift interior .( yes i have seen it before so i never lean against them )

Now lets see how long you can endure making out inside a lift without ventilation and lights.

Blooooooody hell.


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listening to : The Juliana theory - If i told you this was killing me would you stop ?