Fatality

Mush mush *blech*

Hmm.. Too much role to portray, somehow it gets tiring. Too many faces to live with, it gets to the point of sickening. For how long should one keep his face masked? Only he would know.. Intentions were maladroitly felt.. Ha! Maladroitly, I point out, coz somehow what was felt now seems a whirlpool of vagueness and disgrace..

Coats of ice-cold armour has been on sale.. Yet, its to darn difficult to get one.. The funny thing still holds though, that no matter how painstaking it is getting your hands on those priceless wardrobes, it only takes a few seconds of smiles to break it down..

Ah! Fortresses that took so long to be built.. Darn it! Darn the moment it started to collapse.. Darn the being who made it fell.. Darn thee..

Mush mush.. Yeah.. You owe it all to your psyche.. Not to that cardiac object that keeps torrents of whatever flow through you.. Your Psyche! So to screen yourself from that unbearable stinging, do not let anyone invade it.. For invasion of one’s psyche can be as fatal as a viral infection.. Mush mush, one of the most deadly diseases one could ever get..

*blech*