Dude, Where's the Party Yaar??

He was a bored boy with idle hands,
a dangerous mind and devious plans,
he walked into the neighbors' when no one was there,
he looked through the key hole,
and saw her standing there.

she was bare with not a thread of clothing..
except for a towel, she'd just been bathing..
he was shocked and confused,
but at the same time his eyes started glowing..

curiousity gripped his little frame,
and eagerly his neck he craned,
breathing as silently as silence came.

He looked through as she let the towel slip..
she bent over and the sunshine crept,
through the slender gaps between her legs.

he scratched his head--

he looked again...

It wasnt there!

Sensations gripped him afresh,
and now he was obsessed..
Possessed by a plan,
to get to the bottom of this mystery, man!

so later on, when she was sleeping--
he crept in, and his hand slowly snuck in,
he felt his way inbetween her thighs,
beneath her undergarment and on inside..

And....

She woke up with a scream!
Quick as a flash--
His hand was no longer where it'd been.

Their eyes met.
She must have thought she was having a dream..
'Cos she just dropped back and slept.

Hmmmm...
he thought to himself
so that's it then..

He thought a little more--
and more impossibilities opened up;
like 'how do they pee?' for example.

and then he was inducted into a world
of whole new mystery.
Which is altogether,
A very different story.

AIMLESsssssZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz….

Aimlessly typing, thinking of something to write. Man I am so behind in the stuff that I am supposed to do, ive got application forms to fill, things to consider, future plans to lay out, things to consider, unis to hunt for, things to consider, interviews to prepare for, things to consider.

Met with a bloody accident yesterday, smashed in my front left window. Crazy ass kid on a pushbike, acting like he’s bloody superman came down the wrong side of the bloody road like he was from the States or something. Waving one arm about and looking like some kinda cowboy on drugs. You know how it is when your 12 or 13 and you’re just getting used to your cycling legs and power of transporting yourself by your own efforts?

Anyways, kid comes right at me out of the blue and me having no time to avoid him cos I was goin at about 60k’s sandwiched between a van and other coupla push bikes. Suddenly the glass on my left shatters and splatters all over the inside of my lovely Angie. Turns out the kid’s right pedal struck my front end or something and his handle crashed through my window.

Stopped the car and ran back. And no there was no murder in my eyes. My dad beat me to it though. Kid was alright. Shit scared. Picked up his bike (which was no longer in riding condition) and walked off real quick haha. Anyways that’s the story and pretty much the icing on the cake of an already car-troubled Sunday having previously spent a good few hours in the hot sun going here and there to do a mechanic’s bidding to fix my breaks. Which got ruined due to me foolishly driving downhill from the salubrious hills of our nation and using the breaks instead of the low gears (for driving aficionados; this amounts to driving sacrilege) but of course the rest of yesterday warrants a whole new post, which I will not go into now.