When I read about this post, suddenly I remember that we had ever done something called literature. I also remember that I wrote so much poetry. Even tough, almost all of them had disappeared. Therefore, I will try to remember where did I put those stupid and Kahlil Gibran wannabe’s things.
We ever wrote literature in the book. Me, my friends had written so much there. They were blasphemy literatures, poetries, short stories, songs lyrics, and everything about us and about our surrounding. That big and old book has disappeared.
I just realize it when I was no longer a student. I just want to read it again. Because there were so much stupid, funny, and romantic story lied behind them. There was the best poetry I ever made. There was the poetry that criticized someone. And the top poetries are about crazy little thing called love. 😀
Those poetries were not for one girl but girls. Yes, they were about love affair! Love affair of bunch of young guns who drenched for experimental and dangerous love affair. I just laugh when remembering it. Probably that was stupid. Probably that was funny. Probably that was shit. Probably that was hurting girls. However, we were so proud, I am sure about that.
Also the post remembering me to the files I made. I made mp3 files. I recorded it using my tape, then transfer them to the computer. It was almost done for all Slank’s songs. Unluckily I lost it. I lost it because the disk was broken. It also made my porn files, my project files and rotten files such as bleeding penis, naked parade, and so many others files disappear.
Hmmm… Why do I write this sucks things? I guess it because I miss the times when I made almost one poet for one day. Maybe I miss the times when I
was doing sex made love for every day. Probably I miss the time when I was making mp3 files. I think I miss the time when I stuck together with my friends.
One thing I am sure about, I feel so boring because my phone is damaged. He lost the signal. He cannot tracks any GSM signal even though I had stabbed him with all of my SIM cards. Now, he must be raped by mechanics. Loose his bolt, get naked, then abused by them. I hope he will be back as fast as he can.
Maybe he gets mad with me because he must receive almost three thousand messages for me. Alternatively, he is angry with me who forced him to accompanying me speak for hundreds hours. Then, he decides to leave me for a while…. I hope so, because I am not ready to separate with him.