Inspiration...Sadness...and whatever life takes
Monday, July 04, 2005
 
Kids
are evil

I think children are evil. They bounce around MRT rides as if they are the very rightful owners of the train, "I own the fucking train!" Or so, they think. Everyone paid for their rides on the locomotion, buggers; so everyone deserves a nice comfortable ride - - not with children screwing with the poles or dancing Saturdy Night Fever beside you.

You might think they are adorable. But I still hold, they are evil. One should always carry a sledgehammer whenever travelling by public transport. If the commotion gets beyond unbearable, you could always produce the tool for purpose of intimidation. However, if the devil in them or their age fails to warn them of the imminent danger...

SPLAT!
see their bodies hurl towards the window, and hear them shriek

SPLAT!
hear window crack slightly, a more agonised sound

SPLAT!
hear the pulverising of bones, that would shut them up

SPLAT!
just to make sure they are dead

SPLAT!
you know, just for the heck of it

SPLAT!
for extra measure (in case they come alive again)

Of course, aim for the head, the eyes. Albeit vaguely inspired from the toothie cartoonie characters from Happy Tree Friends, but it should grant some peace.

*By the way, Bernie suggested before in TRC, using a chainsaw to amputate those annoying kiddy legs to shut them up.
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Bah, I know I was once a kid afterall, but my mom always said I was "a monster".
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Apparently, suicide's one of the keywords to my blog. Recent keyword analyses -

1. Holding Breath Suicide ( Kingshaw the loser)
2. Inspiration for Suicide (hmmm?)
3. Suicide on trains (apparently still a popular way to die by)
4. Suicide RJC (whoa, what I wrote vis-a-vis RJC didn't go beyond cute boys making out in clandestine cubicles)
5. ostracise
6. ostracise suicide
7. YJC Suicide (who wouldn't think of suicide at YJC?)

ETC sounds like a blog that habitually features ritual disembowlment or of that sort similar to that of hari-kiri/Seppuku. So morbid hor?



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