Because you are my schizophrenic hallucination.

Your heart can sojourn in my zealous embrace and I might fall in love with you.
But I am not sure about your gender.
Can you murmur it in my heart like how you mooed the valediction?

I spent most of my time on READING recently.
Yes.Book.
Not the Reading which defeated Liverpool on Wednesday (my birthday), at Anfield Stadium.

"Kill Your Friend".
This book is inscrutable REAL!
Besides the torrid description about his sex life which I have to admit it was devilishly titillating ( my prick twitched inordinately ok) , it evinced the human frailties in this festering society.
I luxuriated in the way how John Niven quipped the indigenous greed of human toward chance, status, sex and money so honestly.
This isn't a fairytale. Steven, the hardcore, killed 2 people and he is at the acme of his success when the story ended.
"Asian, in their shitty sub-western dress-tracksuit trousers and 'The Pope Smokes Dope' T-shirts, like Scousers from 1988.."
Yes he is racist. But I laughed so loud when I read this.
I am gonna buy this book.


And I read these masterpieces before the holidays.

"Fight Club"
I prefer reading the book than the movie.
Those sentences are insalubrious but gosh..AMAZING!

"Survivor"
From the insane author of "Fight Club".
This book is in my "to-buy list" too.

"The Reader"
The movie is better, to me.

"Mister Pip"
I can't remember the complete story.
But I know Matilda is a beautiful name.

Anyway, my old friend's son looks cute here.