O2Jam Story

Nope this is not a song. It's just a story, compiled by using songs from O2Jam. Created by me. Not meant to be used for other selfish purposes. Whoever does that, I will hunt that person down.


Time to Tell Me a Story.

It was a Rainy Morning of Friday,
A Beautiful Day in the Future World,
Like White Christmas in June,
But too bad it’s April.

Under the Cerulean Sky,
You are Driving in your Lazy Bee,
Your beloved Blue Car,
With a Girl sitting next to you.

A Friend? A Girl Friend, maybe.
Nonetheless, a Victim.
You’re on Ecstasy.
Your Tolerance is low, your Desire is high.

In a split-second Gaussian Blur,
You Duel with her,
Resulting in A Shout,
And suddenly you both Get Drunk.

You say, ‘Don’t Say Anything.’
‘I Need Your Love, come Closer.’
‘For this One Love,
I’m going to make it With U.’

With hands of High Energy,
You both Take Off your clothes.
You pinched her CherryPop,
While saying ‘We’re going to have a Party Tonight.’

‘I’ve been Missing U,’ you said.
‘I want to make Crazy Love, To You.
I’ve been Waiting For Love,
And only You Was Born To Be Loved.’

You showed her your Instrument.
‘Check It Out!’ you said. ‘Take It! Make It Rock!’
She Turn It Upside Down,
And performed Phase 1 on your V3.

It felt like A Trip To Heaven.
‘Yeah… Like This…’ you squealed.
You Sweel You’re Head,
Ever so relishing your Puberty.

You withdraw your Canon,
While Aiming it High,
You shouted ‘For Elise!’
And Trust it into your Natal Angel.

She started to Rock ‘N Roll,
Then she went Up N Down.
Both of you went ‘Bang Bang Bang!’
You started to Feel So Good.

You shouted ‘Bounce With Me!’
And you both went Bouncing.
It felt like an Earth Quake,
Under the stormy Tempest.

Finally Night Falls,
And at the Eleventh Hour,
Your Volcano erupts Out Of Control,
Releasing a Quantum of Poison.

‘Can You Feel it?’ you asked.
She let out a Cold Scream.
Then she started showing the Red Sign,
And tried to Escape.

‘No!’ you shrieked. ‘Please Don’t Go!’
‘Until You Come Back, Come Back To Me!’
‘Please… Just 1 More…’ you added.
‘Go Hell!’ she screamed.

But at last, against Time Crisis,
Your beautiful Bride In Dream,
Finally produced Milk Chocolate.
Oh… the feeling of her Love Drive.

Your Destination was reached.
You Separated your Union.
That was when your Magpie Fly.
It felt like Electro Fantasy, this Fiesta.

This is one of many wonderful Christmas Memories.
‘Call Me Again,’ you said. ‘I'll Still Remember You.’
‘You’ll be Bach Alive, right? My Blade will be Reloaded,
So Don’t Tell Mama, okay?’