When I take your world by storm,
I promise to never do you harm.
Just force you to fall in love,
and catch you in my arm.
Use my body temperature
to keep your body warm.
It wont be long before you are,
in love with the way I perform.
How I kiss, how I charm.
set your body on fire,
ring your bell like an alarm.  

Doing bad things to you baby,  
enjoying taking them too far.
I saw that you want me,
now it’s time for you to come and get me.
Fell in love with you from the start,
now we are at my favorite part.
making your head swirl.
Flipping your world,
stripping your clothes off
as we get it on.
Getting you going,
until we are both gone.
make you feel my body,
the way your eyes are touching me
is really turning me on.

Teach you how to love me,
fulfilling my fantasy.
This is more than just ***,
I want you to take your time
blowing my mind, give it to me
like you want it, like I am what you need.
like I am you dream and you are my fantasy.

My alarm clock and I do not get along
Every morning I roll over and see that it is 5:30
That ******* is screaming at me
I argue with him for a bit
I get nowhere
He is a clock
He doesn't talk or listen
But I try
I tell him to slow down
I plead with him to go back in time
He just sits there
No response
Time goes too fast
I just want things to slow down
But the clock doesn't care
Someday, maybe someone will invent a clock that cares
I impatiently await that day
I will be there with bells and whistles
But my alarm clock does not care
and we do not get along

1:40 am,
Ganitong oras mo ‘ko sinagot
Ganitong oras mo pinaramdam sa’kin na mahal mo rin ako
Ganitong oras ko narinig ang mga katagang mahal kita mula sa’yong mapupulang labi
Kaya naman, sa ganitong oras ko din isisiwalat kung gaano kita kamahal
Matagal ko na ‘tong pinaghandaan
Di ko nga tansya kung ilang letra, ilang salita o ilang talata ang nasulat ko
Di ko na tansya kung ilang araw ko ‘tong kinabisado para lamang maging perpekto sa harapan mo
Di ko tansya kung ga’no nga ba kita kamahal, nung tinanong mo ‘ko
Pero ngayon, ito na.
Ala-una kwarenta ng umaga, ginising ako ng isang panaginip
Panaginip na nagbigay init sa puso kong natutulog.
Ito din yung oras kung
kailan ako’y natataranta kasi nga may pasok na naman.
Ito rin yung araw
kung kalian kita unang nakita.
Di ko alam kung tadhana nga ba, na napaniginipan kita bago kita nakilala
Tandang-tanda ko pa…
Yung mga ngiting binigay mo sa’kin nung ika’y nasa panaginip ko pa lamang
Tandang-tanda ko pa…
Yung mga ngiti mo
Nung tinanong mo ‘ko kung
kailangan ko ba ng tulong
sa mga akdang-araling binigay sa’tin ng ating mga ****
Tandang-tanda ko pa….
Na hirap akong makatulog
kasi nga
di ako makapaniwala na ang babaeng napanigipan ko’y
Magiging kaklase ko
Kaya naman
Sinet ko na ang alarm sa 1:40 am simula nung araw na yun
Araw-araw
Para lamang itext ka ng goodmorning at gulat naman ako
Kasi nga, nagrereply ka pa sa ganoong oras
Destiny at meant for each other nga naging mantra’t mentality ko noon.
Di ko nga alam kung ako ba’y nasa loob pa ng isang panaginip
O ito ba’y kathang-isip na lamang
Masaya ako!
Hindi, Mali
Sumaya ako simula noon
Kaya naman ginagawa ko ang lahat ng gusto mo at pinipilit gustuhin ang mga ito
Para lamang matugunan ko ‘tong pag-iisip ko na
TAYO NGA’Y PARA SA ISA’T-ISA
Nakakatawa kasi nga dumating yung araw na para nalang akong tangang
Di ginagamit ang kokote dahil nagpakabulag na sa tinatawag nilang pag-ibig.
Tangang, pinabayaan ang sarili para lamang mapasaya ka
Tangang, pinaubaya ang lahat sa mga salitang *“Mahal kita”
Tangang, akala na ang lahat ng bagay na ginagawa mo at ginagawa ko ay
Si tadhana ang may pakana*
Ngunit di pala, ito pala’y purong katangahan na lamang
Ang akala kong nagpupuyat ka rin para lamang makareply sa text ko pagsapit ng 1:40 am
Ay di pala talaga para sa’kin
Ang akala kong panaginip na nagbigay init sa pusong malamig na natutulog
Ay panaginip pala na sinunog ang natunaw ko nang puso dahil sa malaanghel **** boses
Ang akala kong pananginip na nagbigay kulay sa buhay kong matagal nang matamlay
Ay panaginip pala na sa sobrang kulay ay nagbigay kadiliman na lamang
Ang akala kong perpektong panaginip
Ay panaginip palang maraming butas at naging isang masakit na bangungot na lamang
Mahal, sa ganitong oras mo ‘ko sinagot
Sa ganitong oras mo binigkas ang mga salitang matagal ko nang inaasam-asam
At sa ganitong oras mo din binigkas ang katagang
“Tapos na tayo”
1:40 am
Nagising ako sa isang panaginip
Panaginip na purong kadiliman na lamang
Panaginip kung saan ang kasiyaha’y naging purong kalungkutan na lang
Mahal, sa ganitong oras ko isisiwalat ang lahat
Kaya maghanda ka na,
Kasi di ko tansya kung ilang salita, ilang talata o ilang araw ko tong pinaghandaan
Para lamang maging perpekto sa harapan mo
Di ko tansya kung gaano nga ba mo ko minahal
O kung minahal mo ba talaga ako
Pero ngayon, ito na….
1:40 am
Malapit nang masira ang aking tainga dahil sa pagtunog ng orasan.
Ginising na ako ng katotohanang wala nang ‘TAYO’
Kaya naman ako’y
Bumangon, tumayo’t binago na ang alarmang inilagay,
Gising na ako, gising na gising.
Masaya, masayang-masaya!!
Kahit wala ng ‘TAYO’

Time Check: 1:41 am

My smoke alarm keeps going off
Everytime it does
I feel an ounce of excitement
an excitement of my death

Ī̴̢̞̤̺̤̯̙͍́͌͆͂̆͂͒͊̅̐̈̆̏͛̔̊̀͒̈́́̿̒̃͒̾͒͐͑̀̌͒͂̐͆͂̄͑͗̉͌̈́̌̾̿̉͝͠­̧̡̧̢̭̙̝̤͔͔͕͔͓̲̥͙̮͍̮̠͓̙̼͕͖͈̹͈͜ͅ ̶̧̨̳̻̖̥̲̣̼̬͓͔̭̹͎͎̱̤̘͉̭̍͌̽̄́͛͂͑̀̿̀̀̂̈̈̑̌̓͐̏̽̎̀̐̀͗̒̈́͛́̍͋̕̚̕͜͜͜͝͝͠͝ͅ­̧̻͙̳̝̻͖̯̜w̶̧̨̢̲̻͍̱̯̣̻̺̲͕̲̄̓͒̈̈̃́̇̅̑̔̿̅͆́̈́͋̇̄͊̀͌̑̓̎͆̌̀͑̽͌͂̈͌̈̈́͜͝͝͠­̡̢̧̜̠̯̭͔͓̭͚̺̳̳̗̜̳̤̱̼͖̖͉͓̘̯̱̣i̵̛̔̒̏̌͗͋̆̅̈́̑̇̆͋̎͊͋͂̈́͋̇̈͋̿̄̂̑̇͌̀̕͘͘͠͝­̧̦̪̖̤͚̳̼̣̳̯̼̥͇͙̬̭̹̳̻̖͎̖̬̻̪̯̱͕̫̟͙̣̦̦̟̹̜̣̗̉̒͘ś̸͊͑̒̎̾̈́́̂̌́̃̆̃͑̏̄̀̕͘­̣̫̟̣̮̲͕͈͇͙̤̳̟̜̰͓͓̙̜̗̜̦̘͉͊́̀̓͒̎͋͌́͛͊͂̐̾̌̿̈́̄̔̆̓̀̈́̆̎͛̄̐̈́̑̿͊̕̚̚͜͝͠͝ͅ­̢̯ḧ̶̢̧̨̪̞̣͓̫̪̺̪͈̠̭̜̲́̅̇̓̄̀̽̅̀̏͆̔̽̇̐̀͛́̏̽̎͂̽̐̽̇̀̈́͗́̊̉̎͆̒̀̽͗͘͘̕̕͜͝͝­̨̨̣̤̮͖͎̭̬̘̼͎̦͖͖̹̱̣̦͉̻͍͓̞̼͙̲̝͜ͅ ̸̯̝̭̭͓̲̣̍͒̈́̈́̉̓͌͊͋͒̒͆̋̅͋̓̍̏̀̑͒͐̋̈́́͑̽͐͆̆̃̐̃̒̓̾̂̓̑̈́̓͐̅̄̀̔́̀̐͂̀̃̚͘̚͜͝­͍̞͉̱̼̙̰̪̲Ì̵̢̛͇̯̰̲͕̙̫͕̰̰̗͍̬̦̘̟̫̳͎̺̲̭͍͖̥͇̟̀̓̎̂̽́̌̍́̋̆̈́͑̅̒̀͐̊̄̏͘̚͝­̡̧̧̢̝͉͖̥̜̞̫͓̬̲̞͉̩ ̴̨̨̛̻̼̝̳̲͇̯̩͙͚̣̋̈́̄̀̆̅̂̄̐̒͌̂̅̔̓̇͗͋̉̎̏̔͑͐͊͛̈̈́̅͐̊̆̃͌͆̐͑̅̇̿͘̚̚͘͜͠͝͝͝͝­̨̱̮̰̠̫̺̠͕̗̠̝͉͔͔͜d̷̛̛̆̓̐̆̈́͆͊̆͋̈́̈́̔̔̑̿̍̈́̓̑̒̑̍̈́̄̈̌̎͋̌͊͂̊͆͊̈̆̓̕̚͘͝͝͠͝͠­̢̢̢̧̢̧̙̻̦̪̥̬̠͈̝͇̥͍̞͙͍̦̗̩̭͇̫̩̬̝̲̖̫̞͍͖̝̲̳̹̜̦̰̭̱̭̰̩͒̍͂̀̉̄͌͌́̒̅̄̂͗̐͠ͅ­̬̜̣͎̝i̸̧̘͕̗͉̟͉̹͈͉̩̘͉͖̲̜̘̻̤̥͍͗̀̐̋͑̃͑͜ͅͅe̸̔̋̾̑̍͗̑̆̓͑̉̏̀̆́̆͂̇̅̌̓̚̕̚͠­̧̨̩̮̩̺̭͖̬̣̤͈̜͇͍͈͎̺̣͎̥͔͇̮͈̼̗̞̤̣̮̜̣̜̝̳̪̣͔̤̩̟͈̥̥̈́͗̉̄̂͘ͅͅ ̶̧̧̢̛̛̼̳͈̮̭͇̯̻̱͕̲͕̩̠̹̦͉̺̘͇͙̪̯̬̫̥̉̓̾̓͗̇̑̇͋̐̈̆̿̓̾͌̉̄́̉͊̅̈̿́̋͘̕͘̕͝͠͠­̡̧̡͇̺͉̫̝̝̰̣̞̪̦͎̹̳̠̙
̶̾͑̃͌͐̏̌̃͌̓̚͘̚͝ͅĪ̸̡̞͖͙͉͓̫̯̺̬̱̺̏̓̾̊͆̒̂͋́͑͝͝͝ͅ­̡̩͍͔̠̮̲̤͜ ̷̛̛͖̟͇̦̬͇̩͗̀͒̀͗͆̒͐̄̏̇̍͌̔̄͌̒̇̔̆͒̑̓̽̋̊̀̔̈͘̕͘͝͝ͅw̸̒̋̐͗̏̽̉̆͌̉͊̓͒̌͋̚̕͝­̧̛̲̮̳̱̒̈́̂͋́́̇͒͂̃̒̐̓̀̏͗́͝ͅí̵̡̧̛̻̹͔̱͔͔͙̳̭̗̠͒̄́̈́͌̓̍̅̓̀̉̐̋́̂͗̏̅̎̀̕͜͠­̞ş̷̡̨̡̢͍̱̱͖̣͖̰̬͙̹͇̗̲̠̞͈̗̈́̿̈̈́̑̑̕͜͜h̵͂̌̒͐̅͑̑̍͐̀̓͛̽́̑͗̏̍̑̑̋̉́̇̚̚͘͝͝­̨̛̦̬͓̥͖̟̬̣̜̯͔̩̪̺͖͓̋̃̌̔̃̌͆̚͜ ̶̢̨̢͈̹̦͓͓͍͚̫͓̹͓͙̺̞̬̰̼̳͙̗̤͓͎̗̗̫̙̊̓̿̍̍̄̐̓̅́͛̒͗̋̃̅͑͛̉͑͂̅̌̕̚̕̚̚̕͝͝͠͝ͅ­̝Į̶̨̧͔̹͙͍̪̥͚̟̝̖̦͎̪̗̝̲̖̥̉̇̾̊̾͑͗͑͋̕̕ ̷̧̛̛̖͔̙͔̥̯̯͇̖͉͈̳̫̮̈́͗̈́̓̀͂̓̂̾͑́̈̾̒͒̍͗̒̓̊̌̂͒̾̽̐̆͌̽́͒̂̇̋̃̾͛͛͑͂̍͋͜͝͝͠ͅ­̨̡̧̝̺̥͖̱̰͍̺̭̮͎͖̤̥͈͓̪̬̮̱̣͓̱̗̜͔̫͙͈ͅg̷̳̙̲͖̻̭͓͇̩͎̝̼̘̪̜͙̬̼͔͓̮͖̭̞̤̟͈͖͜͠­̩͉ͅe̷̡̢̡̢͖̬̩̘͚̟̤̜͍̗̳̗̮̗͚͚̩̰̙̱͓͖̻̔͐̊̈́̀̅̅̒́̃̀̊̑̐̚͝͝ţ̸̠͉̖̞̦̣̼̤͗͑̄̋͝­̢̡̬̦̺͇̺̮͚̩͔̬̲͇̬͙̬̤̬̟͍̩̬̹̹͉̬̰͔̮̗̲̝̙̫̟̻̼̣̺̺̦̖̦̳̩͍͜͜ͅͅ ̵̛̞̓̿̿̌͆̍̎̎͂͒̈́͑̀̑̇̄͂͋͋̏̅̈́̂̿̒̃̄̓̌̈͛̾͆̅͆̈́̈͊͗̇̍̈́̃̾̈́̔͒̋͆́̂́̄̇͘͘̕̚̚͠͝͝­̨̡̧̦͈̼̮͔͔̜̱̗̞̤̣̭̗̟͔̼̱͚̦͎̖̳͎̤̞̰̘̣͇̻͓̗̗̯̤̟̖͉̣̬̤̝̪͔̖d̷̂̅͑̈́̿́̔̾̅̾͊̈́̍͠­̢̡̢̢͇͇̮̲̥͓͎͔̙̖͕̦̼̯̜͕̜̘̙̙̼͍̪̖̜͎̞̮̣̮͖͎͒͑̈́̿̈́̈́̒͛̀̂̈́͌̓͝e̸͛͋̈́̏͛̎̌̄̑̏͘̕͝­̨̡̢̢̢̡̪̰͇̪͎̫͈̰͇͎͇̳̮̞̩̙̘̤̞̞̺̟̭͍̭͚̱̺̗̺̹̱̞͌̋́̐̑̐̈͆̽̎̈̎̾̓̓̈́̌̀͐́͂͌̓̐́̕­̧̧̨̱̗̙̩̹̫̳̻͚̫̤̣͔̹̳̬̖̮̝͇a̸̛̾̌͆̀̓̽̇̈́͆̈̍́͌͂̋̂͛̎̂̏͛͋̍̾͋̉́̐̍̓͐͂̋͘͠͝͠͝͠­̛̠͎̥̲͕͚̜̻̖̹̹̰̹͓́͑̐̐͑̿͘t̵͊̉̆̑̊̈́̍́̔̓͋̿̆͌̃̊̈́̈́̂̅̋͛̒̈́̂͆̋́̇̋͗̌͛͘̕̚̚̕͝͝͠­̢̧̡̧̧̨̱̘̤̦̲̥̖̟̰̥̲̭̩̫̯͇͕̘͎͇͔͙̥͚̥̘̦̲̱̯̹̥͔̭̖̯̗͉͆͊́̃́̀̔̓̏̽̄̈́̈́̍̓̓̚̚͜ͅͅ­͉̘͕̲̖͖ḩ̶̢̟͉̼͕̯̙͔̩̻͉͚̥͉͖͕̭͌̂̃̽͛͋͒̀̃̄̓̿͊́̉͛͌̑̉̿̉̆̒̐̊̂̂̎͘͘̕̚͘͝͠ ̴̧̧̛̦̠̩̙̣͙͎̩̯̭̫͍̣̩̣̩̯͓̳͑̒͐́́̏̅̍͆̆̈́̅̕͜͠ͅa̷̛̔̀͌͗̂̓͆͂̊̀̾̑̋̄͋̀́͂͂͑̈̚͝­̜̝̜̘̥̟̯̝̻͈̱̟̬̙͇̙̗̭͕́̐̐̍̈́ț̷̡̮͙̘̮̘͊̂́́͊̿͗̊̒̾̆̾̔͊̔̓͝ ̷̧̧̛͇͕̱̲̱̦̩͎͖͓̞̘̘̇̈̅̎̐̽͛͒̒̀̌͛̐̇̾͌̓̑̑̅͛̒͑̀̔͂̽̇̈́̔̈́͆̿̄̒̇̀͑̾͛̎͂̿̕͘͝͝͠­̧̦̙̺̱̯̯̤͉̭̩̞͙̘̫̗̺͍̩͖̥̳̪͚̙͉͜ṭ̶̛͗̉̇͑̋̀̈́̈́̓̂̏̈́͗̆̀̀̃͝͝h̵͂́͊̔̾̑̂͛̌͘͘̕͠­̡̥̺̦̤̥͚͈̠̠͙̱͚͚̼̠͖͌͆̐͌̃̌͛̽̆͊͋̑́̋͑͆̊̉̏̕͝͝e̴̛͖͈̹͚̼̭̘̋́̓̓̔̎͌͑̈́̔̓̌̈́̎̚̚­̡̡̢̧̧̧̩͓̖̫̫̻̖͖͉̘͚̹̜̗̼̻̘̗͉̳̺̩̯̠̠̪͓̘͉͈̱͎͇̤̹̱̼̹͓̞̖̝̞̮ͅ ̵̛̦͓͖̞̭̩̱̗̘̺͕̟̬͉̫͈̺̠͋̾̏̈́͆̄̌̏̔͑͊͌̎̾̈́͋͆͗̆̌̅̀͘͘͝͠͝ͅm̶̑̊͒̾̂̋̑̌̎̒̕͘̚͝͠­̧̺̪͈̬̰̲̰̼͚̥͕͍̻͓̣̺̼̗̬̥̥̻̰͉̮̲̏̋͗̈͋͆̀͒̓͊̄̋̍̎̑̒̎̋̊̉̀́̓̚̚͜͝͝ͅơ̵͖̳̻͓͆ͅ­͚m̷̧̧̢̝̠͖̙͕͇̝̟̺͓̝̻̼͈͙͇̗̣̥̏̾̿̐́́̽̈̋̆̆͜ę̶̢̧̤̭̪̱͎͓̘̹͚̬͕͙̫̳̥̥̘̯̪͑̋͘ͅ­n̶̄͌̎͋̈̒̓̒͛̒́̑̈͊͐͗̉́̾̿̈́̔̑̊͐͌̃́̔́̌̌̒͆̄̎̑̌͂̄͐̈̏̇̊͛̅̿̓͐̈́̿͘̕͝͝͝͠͠͠͝͝͠­̢͈̟̘̞̜̼̺̬͓̦̺͍̻̝̰̳͚̞̩͖̜̮̖͗͜ţ̸̧̧̡̮͔̲͕̩̜̹̹͓̤̲̬͖̝̮̥͎̘̻̣̞̭̠̱̩̦͔̫̤̮̭̎̚­̡̦̗̗͈̮̤̥̜͖.̶̧͚̤͇̲̳̻̮̯̣̫̹̝͇̥͖̰͓̫͙̮͓͆̓͋̓́̃̈́͌̑̓̄͑͗̄͑̀̓̄͊̕̕̕͘͘͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅ­̢̢̜͚͈̬̜͔̼̹̘̰͎͕̯͇̟̫̯͍̦̲͉̰̫̻̺̗̱͎̩̱̭͎̯ͅ
̴͐͒̀̃̋̂̔̀̎͗͐̌̓̂̅̈́̿̈́͂̈͑̊̓͗̚͝͠­̨̧̧̨̡͍̼̠̻̦̰̳̜͉̭̩̗͔̪͍̬̞͕̪͈̬͎̞̞̞̗͚͚͔͈̺͚͕͇̹͉̼͕̲̓̽̎̈́̀̒̇̆̾́̇̈́͐͛͑̽̾̓̕͝ͅ­̡̡̝̮͓̱̝̥̤̻͚̘͜ͅÅ̶͓̼̲̠̺̳̥͉̥̞̗̞͚̟͉̘̩̹̳̣̙̗̰͚͉̖̺̺̬͔͓͔͓̜̮̣͖̗̓̅̊͘͜͝ͅn̴̔­̢̛̛̠͖̘̔̎͗̅͒̉̔̅̋̀̔̑̾̌͌̊̈́͊̂̊̑̔̒̅̎́̂̇͐̂͒̾̌̉̍͌͌̈́̄̿̌̔̀͑̀̊̆̀̀̈́̃̚̕͘̚̕͠͝͠­̡̧̻͇͓̦͔̝̲͔͖͎̥̟̼̱̜͔̲̯͎̞̜̭̦̻̹̥̝̬͈͎̤̝̘̳̣̰̭̺̗̺͓̳̥̲͎͚d̶̃̓̄̎́̓̊̐̐͗̈́̅̃̌̔­̧̡̧̢̨̖̻̺̫̫̖͔̩̭̪̞̲͎̲̤̮̫͙̫̝̗̪̞̣͔̳̬̫͇̒͆͌̌́̇̾̎͊̒̈́̕͜͜͝ͅ ̵̧̠̲̫͔͍̜̟͍̟̼̹͔̫͑̓̂̀̔̽͌͝͠ͅͅḩ̷͉̩̐͐̐̀͑̊̽̂͆͋͘ȅ̶̢͙̳͈͈͈͊͋̈́̍͋̀̒̀̐́̏̕̚͠­̨̡̯̭͇̹̲̙̞͕͉͍͇̱̩̤̙̗̱̠̳̟̪̹̲̠͜r̶͓̘͙̯͗̈́̃̉͆̓́̄̄͛̀̒̄̽͌́̾̇͛̍̎̃͛̊̕͘̚͝͠͠͠͠­̼̞̪̟̙͚̝͓͖̫̮͎͙̳̬ͅě̴̡̛̺̗̬͍̖͎͇̣̯̯͇̣͓͔̤̼̯̈́̊̅̽̽͑̒͆̇͌͂̇̾͒̋̎̊́̀̄͊͂̕͘͜͝ͅ­̡̢͚͔̱͖͖̻̖̤̝̜̣̻̥͕̣̬ ̴̡̛̥͍͕͙̹̾̍́̇̆̄́́̔̀͛̈́͐̉̏̎̐̑͑̑̒̓̉̉͋̋͐̉̈̌̾͊͒͆͌̓̄͂̄̚̚̕͘̚͠͠Ì̵͐̈́̇͋̂̆̕͘­̹̩̭̬̼̮̠̼̗̗̯̼̞̃͊́́̾̽̂̈͐̆̐̃̄͑̄̋̏̋͛̊͘̚ ̷̨̛̞̟͙́͋͌̓͑͑́ą̶̀̌͂̔̉̃̾̈́͊͂̇͆̍̑̽̄̈́͂̎̌͌̂̾͆͑̂̅̽̔͗̄̐́̃͂͊̒̑̉̒͊̒̚̕̕͘͝͝͝­̧͈̤̙̪͕̗m̶̛̺̼͚͓̬̭͈̖͙̞̹͈̍͆͛̌͐̈́̑̒̏̓̎̉̊̔̔͊͌̆͒̈́̊̋͆͌̌̐̅̓́͑͗͐̑̈͂͌͆̌̄̋͘͝͠­̧̣̝̳͍͖̱ ̴̡̞̳̤̻͚͛͆̽̾̈́̄͂̈́̿̃̂͛̀̈́̀̓̈́̄̉͆͌̔̈́̇̒̊͊̎̓̔̆́͐͑̓̾͐̃̈́̈́̀̈́̇̄̔͑̾͋͒́̏̈́̐̀͘̚͝͝­̡̢͓̯͔̟̣̼̘͖̙̠̹̘̦̝̱̻̦͈̯̹̟̲̩ͅ
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Pray for my death!
Pray!

This job is just one long drawn out lobotomy.

Hey quit putting gum on the bottom of these desks you *******.

I can think of a few ways to get out of here but I don't think I can afford a ****** harassment lawsuit.

I'm about 2 minutes away from a faking a seizure and about 5 from a real one.

Hey Guantanamo Bay, are your methods of torture outdated and boring? Then have I got a deal for you...

You think you can just drop Seinfeld references and I won't pick up on them? You thought wrong, *****.

I think I lost the ability to see color...

All work and no play makes Ashton a dull boy...

I'm still waiting on Betty White to crawl her old *** out here and tell me this is some kind of practical joke.

Homelessness is looking more and more like a serious option

Don't pull the fire alarm. Don't pull the fire alarm. Don't pull the fire alarm.

Enough is enough! I have had it with all these ******* boogers on these ******* desks!

CHAPTER II

At once I was spat out into a familiar space, although still swimming in darkness. As I slowly adjusted to the dark, I realized I was sitting in my room at home. I was surrounded by large, vacant, white walls and a sturdy black bedside table. Crested on top of the sturdy black table was the same familiar dodgy lamp that never seemed to work particularly well. My whole world was spinning as I sat up in my bed, scanning the room for outlines and shapes to ensure I was in fact back home. Back home and not caught in another hellish fantasy.
My bed linen had been kicked off my bed during what I imagined was another nightmarish spasm, leaving me drenched in cold sweat and shivering. I lifted my hand to my brow to quickly swipe away some of the salted perspiration that had gathered in the corner of my eye.
I spread my hands out beside me, feeling the bed beneath me to ground myself.
I wasn't in danger, I was safe, I had to keep telling myself that it was just a dream to try and stay sane.
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I picked myself off the bed until I was standing upright in the center of the room, still surveying every nook and space, places where things could hide. Nothing, there was nothing in this room but me, standing in the room sweating and spinning around like a madman. I pulled on a shirt and went to the bathroom. White tiles, a shower, toilet and sink. Everything in there was normal and safe. I was relieved, switching on the light as I entered. I stood in front of the mirror gazing into my reflection, I was older and I wasn't surprised. The events of the nightmare had actually happened, not five minutes ago but six years ago. And ever since then, this nightmare had been somewhat of a regular occurrence. Recently however, it has been getting worse, more lucid, every time, closer.
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My father did in fact vanish six years ago, police found me cowering in the cabin three days afterwards, bruised, cut up and mumbling, they only came looking because dad stopped turning up to work without warning. And after the events of that night I’d struggled somewhat to maintain a normal life, having my parents stripped from me at sixteen. Growing up in foster care was hard; my foster parents were kind enough. But the system moved me around a lot, making school very hard to commit to.
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Looking in the mirror I saw myself staring back, eyes slightly reddened and itchy, and my skin dry and flaky. I turned a faucet and splashed my face with some cold water, ice cold from sitting in the taps in the dead of the night. The cool was extremely grounding, it felt sharp and real. The nightmare had faded to shadows of thought, I felt human again. Quickly drying my face with a clean hand towel and moving back to my room. The room didn't feel so sinister now, probably because I was getting so used to these nightmares. I climbed back into bed, glancing the time on my alarm clock before getting under the covers. 3:25 Am. I moaned at the image, 3:25 Am means four and half hours until I had to go to work. Another disrupted sleep meant another day at work where I was in a state zombification. I turned off the dodgy lamp, instantly flooding the room with darkness once more, Only, I don't remember turning the lamp on. ‘Don't be an idiot’, I thought, before rolling over and falling into a quick, shallow sleep.
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The next morning I got up, showered, brushed my teeth as usual and caught the express bus to work. I stood in front of 'Bayside Books', my place of employment. I enjoyed it there; it wasn't too demanding and paid for my rent and whatever little I ate. It was a warm little shop that stood unique amongst its surroundings, tall concrete hives of advertising and production on every side. ‘Bayside Books’ was little mahogany box on the bottom floor of some non-descript scraper.
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As I entered the bookstore the greeting bell chimed, filling the shop with simple song. Just as the bell stopped a rotund man with a sky blue button down shirt almost bursting at the seams, emerged from behind a bookshelf.
“Coulter!” he called cheerfully, “Coulter! You’re late buddy, miss the bus?”
He asked harmlessly, now standing before me with an armful of old books. Assorted popular horror books like ‘Dracula’, ‘Frankenstein’ among some more obscure works I’d never seen.
“I slept through my alarm, I’m sorry Mr. Dupas.” I replied.
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Mr. Dupas was a large man, although not much taller than me, he was far wider.
Dark, greasy, curly hair seemingly glued onto the top of his round head. Protruding cheeks and a chin that was almost just a button perched in front of a larger chin. He maintained an interesting standard of hygiene, fresh pressed clothes on an almost un-showered man. Perhaps he was just an extremely perspiring person, but I didn't have the courage to ask any time soon.
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I did sleep through my alarm that morning. I didn't exactly have a habit of getting into work late, but it seemed that with all the sleep I had been losing and the fact I hadn't been blessed with a full nights rest for two weeks now. It was really starting to catch up to me.
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“Don’t worry about it, happens to the best of us” He smiled.
Mr. Dupas moved behind the shop counter just beside the doorway, piling the stack of books into a small, neat cardboard box on the counter. I could see clearly scrawled on its side in block letters, ‘TO CLIFFORD’. I removed my thick black coat and hung it behind the desk squeezing past Mr. Dupas as I did. Dupas grabbed his coffee mug and drew it to his lips as he moved towards the back of the shop, taking a large gulp of his almost noxiously caffeinated drink.
“Put away the new arrivals then clean the shelves and when you get a chance, go take that box to Clifford!” He called from behind several bookcases. “The invoice for the box is in the second drawer!” as he followed I could hear each stride in his voice.
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I spent most of the morning stacking the newly arrived books onto the ‘New Release’ shelves. The same old crime stories, successful underdog sportspersons biography and feel goods. I finished putting them in their respective places before quickly dusting the shelves. At about noon I’d finished my jobs, grabbed the cardboard box from atop the counter and hurried out the door, letting Mr. Dupas know that I’d gone.
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‘Clifford’s’ was only a short walk from ‘Bayside Books’ and it was a journey to and from the store I’d have to make at least twice in any normal week. Mr. Dupas and Mr. Clifford had a little partnership, Dupas would send the odd box of all the supernatural, paranormal, grim dark stories, biographies and spell books of such to Mr. Clifford, where Clifford would pay a paltry price for these books that had been left unsold and gathering dust at ‘Bayside Books’.
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As I made my way down the street towards ‘Clifford’s, I spotted a few people watching a news report as it was broadcasted through the gaps between security bars, guarding the window of a small electronics store. The images displayed across the several monitors within were of soldier, armored vehicles and unruly citizens in some nondescript middle-eastern country. American flags burning in the middle of busy streets, and giant dolls with paper heads that from a distance, looked uncannily like our American president. The only difference being, that the life-size doll on the monitor seemed as if it was created by an angry eight-year-old student as some twisted school project.
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I passed the electronic store a ways down the street until I arrived in front of the familiar poorly-lit arcade. Neatly nested at entrance to the arcade was the dark and foreboding storefront. A wood paneled exterior, crowned with five large dusty windows, inside each window stood displays of everything creepy you could imagine, voodoo dolls, satanic bibles, pendants, candles,  statues of vague deities, dried pelts and skulls, and indistinguishable skins and teeth. Not to mention the books, there were hundreds of books. Unlike at ‘Bayside, where our books were categorized and organized by alphabetically author. These books were stacked and scattered in no inherent order. Every now and then I'd spot a group of vampire stories in close proximity and then the order would be disturbed by the odd ‘Cooking: How to prepare human flesh. ‘ followed by the uncommon Serial killer biography. This store, this little jewel of the unnatural and the unfathomable, this was ‘Clifford’s’’
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‘Clifford’s’ Collectibles; oddities and curiosities.’

N.H.

I Thought
I Lost A "Good Woman"
That trauma caused my pulse
to lay flat on a gurney
Ambulance Sirens of Dire Emergency
Rang loud in my eardrums
On my way to
The Heartbreak
Came to find out
It was a
FALSE ALARM
Hallelujah!!
I'm Alive
But will not ever allow
myself to be swindled again
It is hazardous to my health
Amen!

When we smile at each other every day.
I remember it happened in the month of may.
It all started with our loveable duende.
I can only imagine geting to know you today.
Love is near, but we know its far away.

Our charms we're like a lukewarm alarm.
We we're both alert by the loud sound.
We knew by chatting that love will be found.
We we're both alert.
In the past we were both hurt.

The colour of red is not dead.
It gave us a chance to hear the extrinsic music.
Like a repeatable sound of hope and determination.
The creation is ingrained in our minds.

When we write and speak.
Our empty hearts we're refueled by a leak.
We we're stuck oil, but we toiled.
Our love is unbind from the trap.
Our love and future will intertwine one day.

We understand the repeatable beeping.
We want to bandage the bleeding.
We hold our hands to cover up the wounds.
We will recover, and we will see each other soon.

Our ears are listenting.
Our hearts are beating.
Our minds are thinking.
Our hands and our mouths are speaking.

Even if we're far.
Even if we're a mess.
Even if we're busy.
This is the true message the alarm conveys to you, and me.

The sound of the alarm can be good and wrong.
It's on everyday like our favourite song.
Like a beautiful siren singing to me.
The love we can feel it even overseas.
I want us to be together in the future, always and forever.

Lying there in someones bed
wondering who this person was next to me
long black hair, smudges of red lipstick
****** piercings and tattoos
who had I slept with?

Quietly and quickly looking for my things
as I reached for my phone
alarm bells rang
she awoke looking straight at me,
what to say, what to do.

We mutually agreed it was a one night thing
got dressed and went our separate ways.
2 weeks later, watching the clock count down
waiting to go home
I felt a gush of wind hit my face
a tingly feeling in my stomach
standing in the door, their she was
my next and final appointment
my one night stand from 2 weeks earlier.

We talked, laughed, joked
had drinks, ate, caught a cab
morning after lying there in someones bed
knowing exactly where I was and who was next to me.
While I reached for my phone, alarm bells rang
she awoke looking straight at me
we mutually agreed that we was going to give it a go
she my girlfriend
me her boyfriend