still seriously disturbed by strawberry fields forever.
it was a nice song
but now the graphics are stuck in my head.
it results in this:
Each heart split into half, revealing all the inner secrets, all the hurt. Blood running down in sticky rivulets, staining the canvas of our lives. Corrupting the purity and innocence that we had. Subverting it, changing it to something different, laced with the essence of hate. At the core, bitter arsenic, baring all the pain, the anger, the hurt, the bitterness.the paragraph is quite nice, even if i say so.
i liked the start(:
and i liked rahman's gay poem.
but i did like the other blackbird one more.
i think it was a blackbird anyway.
and asyraf.
SEESH.
he makes me jealous.
HAHA.
