trying it out

the 75th post on this blog waits. he wonders like the child reading a science book (a book whose errors reach not a hundred plus). and as the fingers touched the keys where no letter is present at all, the brain thought of nothing but to look left. to look right. suddenly, typing became the preoccupation of those lovely filthy fingers. (look at those dirt in the nails.) motivation spurred into the hands. on an idiot box who is so foolish to fool us around, i saw this short-haired chick. and all i want to say all the time is chick. chick. chick. and uhuh. uhuh. uhuh. just like how beavis and butt-head do. tears came no crawling. instead, saliva which showed no lust but pure of affection on a girl named iwa.