Saturday, July 11, 2009, 22:21
Tomorrow, I'm fully booked.

I meet Joyce (member of my ex-cell group in church)at Burger King in Holland Village at 1315.

I meet Pastor Henry at his office at two.

I meet Aunty Caroline (Joyce's mother and an active member of church, and to top it all off, a school principal) at three-thirty at the prayer room in church.

Wonder what they want to talk to me about.

No, I'm not available for breakfast. Nor dinner. Nor supper.

And no midnight feasts, please!

Thursday, July 9, 2009, 20:32
The lights are on
But nobody's home
Scenes of carnage, lighting up the place
Static wires a way through
Deep-frying the brain
Fricassee-ing the body
The lights are on,
But there ain't no one
Home

Monday, July 6, 2009, 21:25
I think my greatest crime is my existence in itself.