i'm so fucking tired.
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Friday, January 28, 2005
perchance to dream
To die, to sleep-
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to - 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep-
To sleep, perchance to dream.
Hamlet
Act III Scene I, l 60-65
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to - 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep-
To sleep, perchance to dream.
Hamlet
Act III Scene I, l 60-65
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
there's nothing funny left to say
blood as bloches on white and blue tiles.
blood cogulating in patches on white and blue tiles.
blood as a thin line trickling on skin.
skin on skin.
****
Save me from drowning in the sea
Beat me up on the beach
What a lovely holiday
There's nothing funny left to say
The Road to Mandalay- Robbie Williams
****
and grandma will have some stories.
blood cogulating in patches on white and blue tiles.
blood as a thin line trickling on skin.
skin on skin.
****
Save me from drowning in the sea
Beat me up on the beach
What a lovely holiday
There's nothing funny left to say
The Road to Mandalay- Robbie Williams
****
and grandma will have some stories.
Monday, January 24, 2005
Saturday, January 22, 2005
bliss was so yesterday
cynism is the order of the day.
***
the walk to the car park where the air seems so fresh and crisp that it's piercing through your lungs and every breath is a transcient puff
we took a cab to fisherman's village
picture this, side by side with our legs rested on the opposite chairs like lounging on some beach chairs and opposite us was the sea and some island (i don't know what name)
sureality was the order of yesterday.
***
the walk to the car park where the air seems so fresh and crisp that it's piercing through your lungs and every breath is a transcient puff
we took a cab to fisherman's village
picture this, side by side with our legs rested on the opposite chairs like lounging on some beach chairs and opposite us was the sea and some island (i don't know what name)
sureality was the order of yesterday.
Friday, January 21, 2005
public holidays
i will never ever go to town on a public holiday,
but,
i liked walking alone in the crowd.
but,
i liked walking alone in the crowd.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
back here
i'm back.
revived 2 blogs.
***
i'm back because i need a space to type ambiguous one liners.
***
to stand still while others find the chances, courage and strength to go on.
i often think of a lady who used to walk her dog.
it is time that makes us old.
the radio plays lovely songs and there's no reason not to listen.
wanted to change while the sky was still pitch black.
if not i would slip in unintrusively through the left side door and take the seat behind the old man with the black plastic glasses who would be seated behind the woman with fluffy short hair, perpetually clutching her prayer books, togged in a cheap tee-shirt and a flare skirt. and on ocassion i would sit in between them.
but that was so yesterday.
my dad drove me to school today.
breathing.
buying a scapula.
revived 2 blogs.
***
i'm back because i need a space to type ambiguous one liners.
***
to stand still while others find the chances, courage and strength to go on.
i often think of a lady who used to walk her dog.
it is time that makes us old.
the radio plays lovely songs and there's no reason not to listen.
wanted to change while the sky was still pitch black.
if not i would slip in unintrusively through the left side door and take the seat behind the old man with the black plastic glasses who would be seated behind the woman with fluffy short hair, perpetually clutching her prayer books, togged in a cheap tee-shirt and a flare skirt. and on ocassion i would sit in between them.
but that was so yesterday.
my dad drove me to school today.
breathing.
buying a scapula.
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