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shape without form, shade without colour
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do i dare?
Michaelangelo.
let us go and make our visit
time for you, time for me click above for a handful of dust
so how should I presume?
If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in! Come in!... for where the sidewalk ends. - Shel Silverstein
These fragments I have shored against my ruins. - T.S. Eliot
do i dare...disturb the universe?
ren-ka // alias. karrot,kawun
dob.11.10.
I live in a world where
lobster and corn can be very
good friends.
i have known the eyes already
songs: Strokes
tvb: dinner at 8
kvariety: nil
kdrama: ryeo
twdrama: love O2O
anime: nil
book: Moveable Feast Ernest Hemingway
website: moonbeard
website: stumble
headache: the boy
about the layout
Credits to magnette from blogskins.com, mods made by me.
Lots of it is inspired by T.S. Eliot's Hollow Men and Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.
talking of Michaelangelo.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
- reenacting the myth, the lie we told ourselves // 10:58 pm
Oh lovely thought experiments, you feel your mind being squeezed a little, teased a little, turn a little, change a little. Just a little. You get little gasps of "astonishment" or realization. I like.
If they'd made the world for jellyfish, then...
Oh, you're right. I don't need to care what you think. Thanks for reminding me. I really don't need to care. But you are great, how were you able to do that all this time?
The music is only alright. But this is quite good.
I don't wanna fall in love I don't think I'm tough enough To endure the slings and arrows
But I want to be with you
So tell me, what am I to do
As my options, oh, they narrow Oh, the words that you write, They are keeping me alive
As I pace my prison cell
You say everyone is flawed
But I know that you are wrong
'Cause there's beauty just as well
Can we mine some joy from the stone of suffering?
Oh, I'm thinking on you That's gettin' me through I'm thinking on you
I don't wanna fall in love
'Cause I think I've had enough
Of the heartache and the sorrow But I wanna be with you And share in all the things you do And share in all of your tomorrows
Oh, you cut me to the quick
Yeah you strike me like a blade
Oh, the things that you say 'Cause I see in me some you
So I wanna pick you up
And carry you away
Can we mine some joy from the stone of suffering?
That was a difficult move. But in the long run, it'll be better for your soul and for everyone else. It was just a scare. She'll get over it and so will you.
You're growing up, my dear girl. A year ago you would've chosen something else and that would've been... wrong. Own up to one's own mistakes. That's how one should live properly and with integrity.
The harder you try to push it down, the more it tries to come back out. I imagine this encasing with small cracks. But it's like an egg shell. One crack erupts, the white starts running and slowly slowly your yolk the nucleus of it all comes out and 'cause it's so humid, it festers and turns green and starts stinking up everything else.
And then you dream it. And you actually thought for a second you could keep it, you thought you would throw away what you have, what you should be grateful for. You thought you would throw it away for something you never had. You're such a disgrace. You should be ashamed of what you thought.
No, don't let it be like that. The more you let it irk you, the more it changes you. Don't let it move you (even though it moved your subconscious). Just don't.
The rain here sounds like ocean lapping the shore. Loud and booming. Not a lull at all. The thunder is as scary as ever, but has a different kind of strength.
The rain the rain the rain in the night.
Nothing shakes, but everything washes away, washes away your consciousness.
