Lost Line of Communication

Its like when you drop your one-of-a-kind phone that last time.

The speaker is partially broken. And there's no replacement parts.

You are on your own and want to communicate to someone.

Anyone? Not really.

But deep down you know you don't need it. Its not crucial to your survival.

Not now. Not this time.

You are not sure whether there's any point in trying to even dial it out.

Hearing only small spurts of the other side won't do any good.

Reception in this place is shit anyway.

Maybe its time to communicate with myself again, but in person.

Cut the frays. Strip the wires. Resolder the connections.

GPS don't fail me now.

Bottles II

The joint.

It was flooded.

Old Age

If my memory wasn't already dead,

I'd tell it to go die right now.

Bottles

I have two options:

1. Control the overflow

2. Flood the fucking joint.

Surprise

Lol thanks everyone for the birthday wishes and awesome singing and awesome cake-into-mouth-in-one-go-action. You know what I'm talking about ;)

P.S. Meng: you have one fucked up mind. But that's what I love about you

Cheers

Thanks you guys.

Turned my bad day into a good night.

Truly am grateful :)

Hearting you all very muchly.