: back to the old house. it was in shambles and about to collapse. oh messy life. and i was at the old institution and i saw the witch and i ran away. through the science faculty. back alleys. and i passed by the mortuary. and there were these death beds. and at the sideboards were carvings of the domes of mosques. but the beds were empty. and the security guard was busy watching television and he didn't see me walk by. at the main road and into a taxi. and he brought me to the radio station. and apparently he was some celebrity dj in disguise of a taxi driver. he gave me a pink bag too. that was nice. amidst all the absurdity. :

night of the 7th at the old house
: had a fang on the right hand side and it kept growing and hurting my tongue and i broke it off with a finger so that all my teeth would be aligned. :

night of the 8th at the new house
: was on a merry go round in a huge toy store with mother. she kept asking me to take a photo of her but it just could not work out. :

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trip 09.06.04 23:00hrs the blue room istana perdana
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it's been a while and from the way things are turning out at the moment, it could be a daily habit. and i don't really care anymore. there are too many shadows and the floor is colder. i wish i had a shovel.
<--- music is only played to prove my existence to them.

p.s. i moved. contact me for my the new mailing address if you are interested.

: was on the set for grease 4. john travolta aged 40 and the era is mid eighties and the entire set was barbie doll pink. it's fuckin gross i tell you. :

chapter reads a new page...

eternal gratitude to all who called, who sent me text messages on the mobile phone, who sent packages via snail mail - via email, who terrorised the guestbook and through the various online communities. your thoughts are much appreciated and i could never thank you enough. bless you all.

xxx

metaphors within metaphors. my dreams as of late. the last i can remember was opening a door to raindrops and walking across to another door. significant numbers six and eight.

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miss electronic contact. should you ever stumble upon this, (which i know you will and perhaps you already have), here is a sincere thank you for every adventure we've shared and will share and i hope you're enjoying kwaidan as i write this. real shame about the gorey books. next time maybe. meet me at the waterfront after the social.

here's the gashleycrumb tinies for everyone.
live.

sound - the friction between my middle fingers and the keys on acer.

you have been warned.

gryswtr is poisonous! induce vomitting if ingested.

N POISON

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thanks urka! xox!

morals?



or ethics?



sounds from : stephan mathieu. ekkehard ehlers.