NAT KANG COLE

dRILLLL DRILLL DRILLL DRILLL DRILL....

DRILLS IN THE MORNING...
DRILLS IN THE AFTERNOON...
DRILLS THAT STEAL YOU FROM SLUMBER LAND
DRILLS THAT DRIVES YOU NUTS...

why cant they just spare us the torture of drilling and legalise explosive.. just one loud KABOOM and its over.. sure beats the incessant continuous sounds of the drill plundering through the cement.. i mean comeon.. give the cement a break.. not like it did anything to you or sth right>?!

im may have been driven to insanity by the drill..for starters i screamed at maka on the phone today because i went bongus.. i then when on to conclude i did that to drown the sound of the drill. drill drilll drill drilll drilll..

its driving me nuts.. its making me crazy.. for most part when i stared into the ( defunct) playground and saw the two men drilling.. half of me wanted to throw sth at them.. nono but it isnt their fault.. it is the drills fault.. which made me want to cry because i knew that i didnt have any equipment at home that could destroy the drill..

while wallowing in despair.. the drill continually made things worse.. the drilling in the background did wonders to amplify the thoughts in my head.. henious thoughts that were to be condemned...and i succumbed to the desires of the drill..

i begun to fantasize about the drill.. how it would be visually to witness a drill being plundered into a persons body.. how long would it take to penetrate to the back.. how much blood will be spilled.. would the blood splurt out like a fountain or would it simply ooze out like a water fall? how would that blood splatter look on the ground? would it contain a certain beauty to it or would it simply be aesthically unappealing- gory? or would it simply be resolved with the use of bleach? such lurid thoughts filled my mind which had been consumed by the sound of the drill. i then thought how the person would look like while the drill enter his body.. would it be fear? sadness? resgination? would the first wave of pain be so overwhelming that it numbs all senses? the pain be so intense that it could go no deeper? in moments of such sudden and painful death would you even leave thought to things that would be otherwise considered upon your deathbed?

and then i decided that i was embarassed for harbouring such thoughts and decided to drown out the sound of the drill by watching swat with my earphones.. thankgod for investing on a good pair of earphones that drowns out ambient noises...

yea if my post seem to be in bits and pieces its beacause of the drill.. the drill is evil... it breaks you apart.. it makes you incoherent.. you cant think.. you cant comprehend.. you cant plan.. because all u hear is thte drill..

if i killed somebody and claimed that the drill drove me to it.. would i be given lieniency? damn the drill.. i think the government should be notified of the lethal repercussions of using the drill.. it may just be the new found cause to a whole new spat of pyschotic murders...

DIE YOU EVIL DRILL...