March 30, 2003

my dad is talking to the tv. it's 1.21am and i'm afraid. currently, he is expressing his greatest worry that the kidnapper peoples have returned and so the kidnapped peoples will not be able to get out of the house. i never recall ever talking to the tv. actually, i do. once. but i have since learnt that the tv doesn't reply. i'm quite glad to see that i learn faster than my dad in that respect. my dad is at this point, trying to get me to look at what the kidnapper peoples are doing to te kidnapped peoples, but i will do everything within my power to hold on to that last thread of sanity lest i be taken in by the rampant forces of the tv. my dad, i'm afraid, is as good as gone in the line of duty. the line of duty that is to watch tv while waiting for his rebel son to go to bed.

it's 1.31 and i'm afraid.

1:31 AM

there was a boy who tried to rhyme
so hard he tried he had no time
to thank the ones who gave him tips
on how to end.

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