...yi ge buhao de duan wu...

...someone apparently killed himself by jumping into the river to proof a point of some sort of corrupted government thingy. people sympathize this fella and make bachang to throw into the river so fish will eat the bachang instead of this man they adore. go figure the whole story. its all over the net. happy duan wu festival everyone...

do i need to sacrifice myself for the sake of corrupted minds and held a protest against the rats and eagles? should i jump into penchala river in desperation? do i need to be so pathetic to swallow dirty water and drown myself in the dirtied environment mer? seven early eight early my ass was given a shocking injection of unskilled chattery; shot through my heart, went through my mind and shocked the entire organ of thinking. and my bachang just went down the asshole. darn!

the day some sacrifices in the river, is also the day of breakings. so many breakings; the specs, the put, the mind and the heart. broken specs can be changed. broken put can be mended, but how do we mend a broken heart and an asssucking hole farking mind. someone's heart was broken. really sad. indeed. i felt the broken heart. i felt the tears but couldnt make sense out of it. apparently linux worked overtime to shape the heart. and my mind was farked off tangent. asshole! maybe its the duanwu gravity that somehow due to someone jumping into the river went from 9.89 to 10.89! what effed up gravity is this that pulls the heart lower to a place where it does not belong. it is dem sucking! it caused my mind to farking farted in the asshole. and again the bachang just went off the sine and through the hole. effing-holes! and this 10.89 can make the eggs stand so proudly right in the middle of the day of duanwu where beautiful sarcasm play it all out. amazing. such proud eggs. and eggs are effect of farked up chicks and they lay the eggs. duhme!

happy duan wu festival to all. mine sucks. hope yours are full of fatty meats and oily indulgence...