10:45 a.m. - 2002-07-19
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The after death is afraid.
do you want to be a singaporean again.
or a human in any case
the ordeal:
everything again.
maybe the happiness of relearning things.
maybe its not pain.
so have you been listening to metal?
its full of existentialist crap
or rather do you like the absurdist rythmes of alice
maybe she never grew up but she did grow taller
with a munch on the magic cupcake.
i hope they never killed her.
if only,
the doorknob would budge and we can all come a-tumbling out
back to the green grassy field underneath the tree on a sunday afternoon.
how would you like to see that sky
lying as you are now
on the sweet dewy wet grass
seeing the gentle blue
try to catch a fluffy cloud with your out stretched hand
the kind lady clasps your hand
and pushes the pram.
did you forget the way you died.
