Welcome to the only page in my website with any sort of substance @ all! This page features a
background I jacked from someone's Asian Avenue site. And just to make this paragraph longer,
I'll have you know that if you want to contact me, or visit my other sites, I have a site on
yahoo.ca, tripod.com, Asian Avenue - as "MingFu", and I'm getting one soon at www.tk.com...
Check this shit out, and enjoy!!
Here's some more stories and poems
December 17, 1:07pm, 2002
Emotion
They stood a million miles away, but were literally face to face. Jackie Chan pulled out his sock and Spongebob put his hand to his holster, and with a wrenching effort, pulled out his monstrous 5 barrel 20 gauge Nerf gun. This was going to be ugly.
Funny Stuff
I squeezed and squeezed,
Just to please,
Herself.
In and out,
In and out,
That�s what love�s about!
I gave up without a fight,
As she grabbed a light.
And lit it up.
The smell was sensual.
She was rocking up and down now,
On the couch,
How she didn�t fall off, I don�t know how,
And she squealed, �Arf, arf!�
Then, �bow wow wow.�
And she yelled,
�Harder!�
To me, and
�Faster!�
To it.
And I did.
She said, �Thank God!�
Her eyes were glued to the TV.
It was 6 o�clock, and was time for Spongebob Squarepants.
As I miserably tried to dislodge the fat piece of shit she had left in my toilet.
The next time, I think, her place!
Split Second Dilemma
I had decided to ask Ming Lee, the prettiest girl in 10th grade to the Christmas dance. It was Christmas time, a festive time of the year. However, I was not feeling very joyful. And for good reason too!
I usually meet up with Ming on the 3rd floor, her locker being near mine, at the end of lunch. On day 1 that is�Today was Friday, and it was day 1, after all.
But just a few yards ahead, was Ming! And I had only just reached the 3rd floor.
�Please, noo��
Our eyes met.
�God, no!�
She seemed to be reading my mind. Her beautiful lips mouthed, �Hi!� She started towards me. My heart raced, I had only just started reciting my speech to her, but I had forgotten it all.
This was posted on my site some time ago, I forgot when. Hehehe...
I wrote this untitled piece in Writers Workshop someday, after a rare
intellectual spark. Here goes...
He had hooked up the international PA system to
it. The people bumped and grinded
to the beats coming out of the microwave.