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.
Thursday, May 27, 2004
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
birthday schmirthday
received a greeting today courtesy of JobsDB.com.
how wonderful. even if they are a week too early.
although that does not beat the phonecall from miss electronic contact who called me up on the first of april and was about to drive over with cake. i thought she was joking. she thought was i was joking when i denied. national day of confusion at it's finest!
received a greeting today courtesy of JobsDB.com.
how wonderful. even if they are a week too early.
although that does not beat the phonecall from miss electronic contact who called me up on the first of april and was about to drive over with cake. i thought she was joking. she thought was i was joking when i denied. national day of confusion at it's finest!
Sunday, May 23, 2004
*welcome to nowhere. welcome to yourself.*
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MENTAL ADVISORY WARNING.
this entry will fuck with your heads.
(or maybe not.)
as i ironed my left foot today, a strong overwhelming sensation came over me. it wasn’t the heat from the steel getting in contact with my skin but more so of why i wanted to do it so badly in the first place. naturally, like any “normal” person with all five senses in function, i screamed my fucking lungs out when it happened. the first brown layer peeled off and i stared at the little white area visible to me. i poked into it and brought my finger to my mouth. it tasted like.....me. it tasted like nothing.
2003-05-23 19:48:00
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history repeats itself they say.
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MENTAL ADVISORY WARNING.
this entry will fuck with your heads.
(or maybe not.)
as i ironed my left foot today, a strong overwhelming sensation came over me. it wasn’t the heat from the steel getting in contact with my skin but more so of why i wanted to do it so badly in the first place. naturally, like any “normal” person with all five senses in function, i screamed my fucking lungs out when it happened. the first brown layer peeled off and i stared at the little white area visible to me. i poked into it and brought my finger to my mouth. it tasted like.....me. it tasted like nothing.
2003-05-23 19:48:00
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history repeats itself they say.
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
a vampire bit my left ankle. again.
the hickey is still there.
and trust me, it is so not sexy at all.
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: was going home late at night. and trying to send mother a text message but the network was down. boarded the bus. it was freezing. and it started to rain really heavily. next morning, i am hanging out downstairs at one of the shops. i then go to a newstand across the street. and pick out the papers with the least creases on it. scene changes to the back kitchen and i am sandwiched between mother and big sister. and i had received a box full of live frogs in it. (it's kinda like that ali setan movie but i didn't get it on my birthday.) :
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it is a good thing lulu the cat does not go about hunting for frogs.
to all the lizards out there, i apologize if lulu has been depriving you of your tails. i sincerely regret the fear and inconvenience caused to you and your future descendents.
music today has been radiohead's 'my iron lung' cdep, american football s/t cd. and a tape of a shift i did for student radio many many moons ago.
the hickey is still there.
and trust me, it is so not sexy at all.
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: was going home late at night. and trying to send mother a text message but the network was down. boarded the bus. it was freezing. and it started to rain really heavily. next morning, i am hanging out downstairs at one of the shops. i then go to a newstand across the street. and pick out the papers with the least creases on it. scene changes to the back kitchen and i am sandwiched between mother and big sister. and i had received a box full of live frogs in it. (it's kinda like that ali setan movie but i didn't get it on my birthday.) :
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it is a good thing lulu the cat does not go about hunting for frogs.
to all the lizards out there, i apologize if lulu has been depriving you of your tails. i sincerely regret the fear and inconvenience caused to you and your future descendents.
music today has been radiohead's 'my iron lung' cdep, american football s/t cd. and a tape of a shift i did for student radio many many moons ago.
Monday, May 17, 2004
like a fish on a hook and out of water, an angel woke me up and said i was gasping for air. i am sneezing less now but that does not mean i am as right as rain. far from it actually.
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: (i) big sister was trying to convey a message but the air was cloudy and she was only but a dim shadow. (ii) stuck in a room full of corporate whores. most of them aged above fifty and it was almost hilarious to see their disgusted faces after the obligatory -kiss on the right cheek kiss on the left cheek routine- when the term death is mentioned. (iii) at a north indian restaurant with dad. and the other patronizers were from bengalore and we saw no coloured turbans. only black and white. :
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for someone who actually looks after her diet and health and general well being, falling ill is perhaps (logically) a test of faith and principles and belief.
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: (i) big sister was trying to convey a message but the air was cloudy and she was only but a dim shadow. (ii) stuck in a room full of corporate whores. most of them aged above fifty and it was almost hilarious to see their disgusted faces after the obligatory -kiss on the right cheek kiss on the left cheek routine- when the term death is mentioned. (iii) at a north indian restaurant with dad. and the other patronizers were from bengalore and we saw no coloured turbans. only black and white. :
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for someone who actually looks after her diet and health and general well being, falling ill is perhaps (logically) a test of faith and principles and belief.