just another night

just got back from watching Van Helsing. Damn bloody good show I must say. I think i have a crush on Kate Beckinsale arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. anyway shan't talk to much today cos' i want to show how boredom can really drive 2 people in office nuts. Ladies and gentlemen, meet daren my friend who also holds an office job in the spf --similar to me.

the story you are going to read is false. all of the characters are totally fictional. Any resemblence between the characters posted here and real persons, whether living or dead, is entirely coincidental unless explicit notice is given to the contrary for a specific instance. Enjoy.

the rule of the game ? only 4 words can be written in 1 sentence which will be completed by the other person.

Story by johnny and daren

"no more," he said
and left the room,
only to find sponges
all soaked with sprite.
a plague upon this
quiet,shitty office befalls
me. crestfallen, i take
a roadtrip up north
where frogs eat sandwiches
and flying cows sing
songs that enfold me.
i cry, so touched
by my big balls.
The sky was purple
with pink polka dots
like young rabbit's droppings
that drool down my
spanking new P4 computer.
cut me up into
a pretty paper doll
and string me together
like ugly voodoo beads.
this death darkens the
the bluest of skies.
what a daft will.
to speak with mushrooms
is to excrete footballs
and everytime i try
to excrete footballs, i
fall, without my wings
on my arse, with
shards of glass piercing
my broken head. it
gives me great joy
to see grasshoppers swim
on a tuesday afternoon,
in an summer month.
i yearn for oreos
that are blue, not
black, bitter they should
not think anymore about
green eggs and ham,
or eating blue spam.
it's time to end
but not right now
it is five o'clock
in my dreams, but
how is this possible?
is this love? or
a poem too long?
nay, for this is
a fruit of boredom,
or creation, depending on
a boring office day

*end of story cos it was 5pm and i wanted to go home.