*katamad ikwento yung background.haha
Oh,babe!oh,babe!ube?
I have a friend, Little Wumbo. Little Wumbo is such a good boy. He faithfully lives in Ms. Goody Two-Shoes,but no,he isn't gay. He's just a boy.
Such a poor boy.
He has some sort of an invisible pet which makes his brain go fuzzier. And yeah, he naturally has a fuzzy thinking,his brain is such a mayhem. Okay,let's just call his pet as Fuzzy. I do not even know how does this Fuzzy look like, but I'm pretty sure that it really exists because whenever Little Wumbo brings it with him whenever we hang out, my thoughts go fuzzy and get into haywire. And I feel it whenever it tickles my ears. It must be a tiny creature, an earwax-color,hairy,quirky creature. Anyway, so Little Wumbo has a Fuzzy. Little Wumbo also has an inquisitive mind. I think kids have naturally inquisitive mind. But his inquisitiveness/inquisivity makes my mind fuzzier than how his Fuzzy fuzzifies my fragile mind. He asks simple questions and looks at me with his melting eyes in a clingy sort of way. Whenever he does that, I often get absent-minded, retarded, and disoriented. There was a time when he went to our house to ask me about mythomania. When he stared at me like a shit, I went shit and brain-melted for a long while. And he just stood in front of me waiting for me to come into my senses. When he couldn't wait longer for my trance to break off , he walked out. And then I came to my senses.
I went back inside our house.
The next day was a fucking sunny day. I was off to Neverland. Before I went out, I took my umbrella,then went off. As I got out of our house, I took out my umbrella...i was holding our tv remote control. Shit. See? That clingy stare of Little Wumbo never fail to space me out.
So, what's more with Little Wumbo? Hmmm. He's quirky too. Very unconventional and ideal. Oh,how I love this boy. Little did I know, I've grown a certain fondness over him and then I've had pedophilia. And it finally dawned on me when he did some voodoo stuffs on me.
Yep, turned out that Little Wumbo is the favorite grandson of the witch who fucked up and took advantage of Hansel and Gretel's sweet teeth.
It's July 19,2009. My thoughts are so fuzzy and radical. I don't want to brag about that I'm awake for 40 hours now. But I want to brag that I have not accomplished things that are supposed to be done. Ha ha! I was daydreaming. And it's all because of Little Wumbo's dark,evil deed! Argh. He let his Fuzzy possessed me. All day I see pink. My vision is in pink the whole day! And all day I talk about things on how would a relationship would work out and last longer. Shit REALLY happens. Fuck that Fuzzy. Now, the curse had been lifted off. And I see rainbow. Good night. (:
Such a poor boy.
He has some sort of an invisible pet which makes his brain go fuzzier. And yeah, he naturally has a fuzzy thinking,his brain is such a mayhem. Okay,let's just call his pet as Fuzzy. I do not even know how does this Fuzzy look like, but I'm pretty sure that it really exists because whenever Little Wumbo brings it with him whenever we hang out, my thoughts go fuzzy and get into haywire. And I feel it whenever it tickles my ears. It must be a tiny creature, an earwax-color,hairy,quirky creature. Anyway, so Little Wumbo has a Fuzzy. Little Wumbo also has an inquisitive mind. I think kids have naturally inquisitive mind. But his inquisitiveness/inquisivity makes my mind fuzzier than how his Fuzzy fuzzifies my fragile mind. He asks simple questions and looks at me with his melting eyes in a clingy sort of way. Whenever he does that, I often get absent-minded, retarded, and disoriented. There was a time when he went to our house to ask me about mythomania. When he stared at me like a shit, I went shit and brain-melted for a long while. And he just stood in front of me waiting for me to come into my senses. When he couldn't wait longer for my trance to break off , he walked out. And then I came to my senses.
I went back inside our house.
The next day was a fucking sunny day. I was off to Neverland. Before I went out, I took my umbrella,then went off. As I got out of our house, I took out my umbrella...i was holding our tv remote control. Shit. See? That clingy stare of Little Wumbo never fail to space me out.
So, what's more with Little Wumbo? Hmmm. He's quirky too. Very unconventional and ideal. Oh,how I love this boy. Little did I know, I've grown a certain fondness over him and then I've had pedophilia. And it finally dawned on me when he did some voodoo stuffs on me.
Yep, turned out that Little Wumbo is the favorite grandson of the witch who fucked up and took advantage of Hansel and Gretel's sweet teeth.
It's July 19,2009. My thoughts are so fuzzy and radical. I don't want to brag about that I'm awake for 40 hours now. But I want to brag that I have not accomplished things that are supposed to be done. Ha ha! I was daydreaming. And it's all because of Little Wumbo's dark,evil deed! Argh. He let his Fuzzy possessed me. All day I see pink. My vision is in pink the whole day! And all day I talk about things on how would a relationship would work out and last longer. Shit REALLY happens. Fuck that Fuzzy. Now, the curse had been lifted off. And I see rainbow. Good night. (:
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'di ko gets. k. wtf. haha
