R.I.P clean toilets n captain beefheart

My,my,don't we look smashing 2day? Yes,u in ur star trek pyjamas n me in my battlestar galactica t-shirt....real sci-fi theme,eh? Oh,don't cry 4 me,s'pore! Now dat i've returned 2 reality meaning dirty, "fragant" m'sian toilets,yes,i shall miss u,toilets where holding my breath n turning purple is not a necessity. Hmm,how 2 sum up my s'pore trip? Honestly,i don't have 2 blog bout it,it's not as if i went 2 d States or Europe....but compared 2 kids in Africa,i'm relatively blessed...but dats a bit of a cop-out

Curiousity Day
Sipping cocktails of vile colours
What decadence on display
Bubbling on 57 floors
falling south over elemental fear
mentally slamming into metal ants
lights blinding our bloodshot eyes
glazed with riches unattainable
the day has come
when good news arrived
re-enacted on orchard road

"Excitement" Day
In 5 different worlds
There's psychotic birds n dolls
Prehistoric pets roaming
towards my preserved corspe
Look,writhing in nonchalant thrill
adrenaline flows backwards
more drinking as it fills
when rock moves forward
Looking at 3 barren souls
guiding our sojourn

Waking up Day
Oh,mama,look,no hands!
close your eyes
there's no ceiling above
only way's to go round
i can't say no more
what,taking flight now?
what's the hurry,dear?
arrival is imminent
don't abandon me
as it looms closer

Now dat i'm done wif my narcissism,last but not least (such a cliche expression), R.I.P Captain Beefheart who has completely bewildered me with his music