talking of Michaelangelo.
Monday, April 23, 2012
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// 8:13 am
Aaaaarrgh! I have no time. I have no time. I have no time. I have no time. I have no time. I have no time. I have no time. (Why am I writing this if) I have no time. I have no time. I have no time. I have no time. Aaaaargh!
Sunday, April 22, 2012
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unraveled // 9:55 pm
leave it be
leave me be
walk away, come on
walk away, don't need to hold
anyone's hand
just walk and keep walking
please keep walking and never
again
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disaster // 9:45 pm
What part of
WE ARE NOT FRIENDS is incomprehensible to you?
Why do I let it
do. that. Why do I let the gash splay blood at the innocent bystanders when the problem is mine and mine alone?
No, I try not to think about it anymore, the hiding. The joke that wasn't a joke.
But why does it KEEP COMING BACK TO ME. The ice cream and the fictitious wines in forms of colourful post-its.
You've just rubbed me the wrong way, I'm sorry for doing that.
It's not your fault that every time I think about that I feel unworthy. It makes me sick and I want to spit out that part of me like I never lived it. I want to hurl. And so, history repeats itself and I should not, I will not let it overpower me like the first time this person uprooted and disappeared.
Do you think I'll ever call again? Never, ever again.
This needs to leave me.
Friday, April 20, 2012
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old man and the fishbowl // 8:15 pm
I am an old man watching
I am a baby watching
The lights dancing on rain droplets.
I am a baby watching
with old man eyes.
I am an old man
but a baby pulling
the strings out of
the trouser pockets.
The worn but new trouser
pockets, a used unused.
I am a baby watching
an old man's eyes
am the old man's eyes.
Shoot an arrow
and miss
and forget and
see the world
through a fishbowl
in a fishbowl world.
See the fishbowl
in the fishbowl
out of the
see out be the old
man baby.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
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what a failure // 8:43 am
When bitterness is rewarded by gentleness. When bitterness is rewarded by chocolate and undeserving nice words. It becomes conducive to... rotten spoil. Bitterness continues.
You don't deserve that little bunny. You don't deserve it, child.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
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// 4:46 pm
Try to find your ties to this world again.
Friday, April 13, 2012
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disturbing irony // 6:11 pm
How disturbing when you slowly realize, the audience is YOU.
How horrific. You are just as fascinated with how they are going to die, if they are going to live. Hanging on to every word about this morbidity.
How disturbing it is that the heightening of emotions is trying to get to YOU too. You are the world watching. You are the shiny people, the first world people. You are of the Capitol.
Hunger Games, mm.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
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how deep exactly has it been rooted // 8:27 pm
How long exactly, will it take to pull it out?
Damp mown grass, it's the smell of summer. I've completely skipped spring, though the humidity is smoldering. Certainly put a damper on this fluffy clouded, brilliantly burning sunny day. It was a lovely day with deep, uninterrupted slumber and excellent fiction to keep me company.
But where has spring gone? And are the dull roots stirring? The memory mixing with the desire again... So how deep exactly and why is it coming back now?
Summer certainly surprised us...
Why at this time of contentment do you come back to haunt me of those things that disgust me for me. Why do you come back, why? You were and are a nobody and you are not worth my thoughts, my concerns for you. You wasted my time, you waste my thoughts and my time now. How many more blog posts is it going to take to be rid of you, you monster of the past, you who remind me of my grotesque, of my fiery jealousy?
And so what is the meaning of this?
The awful daring of a moment’s surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms
What kind of consolation are you waiting for now? They are long and gone and dead to you. You are long gone and dead to them. You were not a root, you are not a root. You never were.
You never existed. So what are you waiting for?
Wednesday, April 04, 2012
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strange feelings from Busan station // 11:48 am
Exploration in the nude. Korea jjim jil bang... it felt so natural there to be completely naked. It didn't matter to anyone else. I love hot springs outdoors too. Feels so relaxing and lovely.
I've over-exerted and it's a weird feeling when you've forgotten how to be a human being because you've become a traveller. How do you stay healthy and want to go everywhere to see things at the same time?
I've forgotten when it is the right time to eat (when you're hungry) because I want to eat the right things for the right meals to get those things crossed of the list.
I'm really bad at this.
Sunday, April 01, 2012
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almost ready to go // 12:52 pm
My hands are prunes.
Dear siphon,
Thanks for failing so hard on me just when I needed you.
K
Eddy is molting and a fast swimmer and climber.
Happy in his spick-and-span tank with new anacharis.
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shouldn't // 2:24 am
唔想聽
唔想理
唔想講
唔想...
... 唔通...身在福中不知福?