Disturbed

I am not going to read Stephen's blog ever again. It is just wrong. The thought about f*cking a corpse seems like the most disturbing thought ever! To think I was serious about playing House of the Dead, I think, I will not look at ZOMBIES the same way again.

I read Stephen's poem on his Friendster blog and this is my thought about it...

No doubt it was good but...

Bloody hell, I am damn speechless... I am lost for words. For once. I don't even know what to say but OH MY F***ING HELL and to think I didn't know Hell can f*** but...

OH MY GOD.

OH.................................

MY................

GOD.............. and I didn't stop cursing after reading that poem.

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The thought of "Doing It" to a corpse is... NOT COOL.

I am lost for words... seriously. I don't know what else to say... Mood is great but... after reading that disturbing poem...

Eek! Being a typical literature student, I read every word, absorb them and... imagined... and the moment the... sex came into the picture... I was already cursing my heart out and my first words was... "Sh*t!"

At first, I thought it was vampiric... then, apparently, when I continued reading that poem, I realised that it was ... NOT VAMPIRIC at all... it was... just... WRONG.

All the gore...

I write gothic poems, too but... where sex is concerned, I don't touch on the subject.

That was an instant headbang... I should continue writing my own poem now... I need ideas and for some kind of weird reason, The Labyrinth popped in my head...

Stephen, thanks to you, my brain is not mine tonight~~

SOMEONE GIVE ME SOMETHING NICE TO THINK ABOUT BEFORE I START DREAMING ABOUT ... ZOMBIES "DOING IT"...

Oh my God... Taken from my Facebook notes.

That should be enough for tonight. Damn, my mind is disturbed. Seriously.