: gave a bowl of milk to a white stray cat with a decapitated body. it then morphed into a seven year old girl who claimed my husband to be her boyfriend. then went for a short daytrip across the causeway. returned and stopped by the most expensive shabby furniture shop that sold plastic laundry baskets ranging from twenty to thirty dollars. :
what is there to listen to these days.
you wanna share?
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Sunday, September 06, 2009
this is/was not a dream.
not a tangent from the subconscious.
just a little thought hanging from a fine thread...
falling...descending....into...nothing.
it has reached the climax.
where one is able to contain any further.
and what other outlet do i have?
but the enemy.
be with the enemy to run from the enemy.
but of course.
a certain course of fate has made me question constantly
about our way of communication.
and what we achieve from it.
our form of success and content.
this is what we have been reduced to.
these fine minute irrelevancies which are deemed relevant.
and if we submit.
we are in the club.
we belong.
we are in 'the loop'.
making a big deal out of nothing, am i now?
but at least it does not kill me if i am not updated.
see observe.
hear listen.
touch feel.
taste savour.
smell.
invalids. that is what you are.
p.s. me singular you plural. remember?
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listen to chefs with bad accents.
not a tangent from the subconscious.
just a little thought hanging from a fine thread...
falling...descending....into...nothing.
it has reached the climax.
where one is able to contain any further.
and what other outlet do i have?
but the enemy.
be with the enemy to run from the enemy.
but of course.
a certain course of fate has made me question constantly
about our way of communication.
and what we achieve from it.
our form of success and content.
this is what we have been reduced to.
these fine minute irrelevancies which are deemed relevant.
and if we submit.
we are in the club.
we belong.
we are in 'the loop'.
making a big deal out of nothing, am i now?
but at least it does not kill me if i am not updated.
see observe.
hear listen.
touch feel.
taste savour.
smell.
invalids. that is what you are.
p.s. me singular you plural. remember?
---
listen to chefs with bad accents.
Friday, September 04, 2009
: we had dinner at substation which had turned into a gourmet restaurant. initially opted for a la carte but then mother said the buffet selection was not too bad. vegetarian buffet. weird salads. interesting dips. fake bacon biscuits with peanut butter and caramel sauce. and a whole lot of cheese. was then brought to a supposed buddhist temple. had to make some weird offering to a god by blowing off the salt off a date onto a strange poster stuck on wooden board with shelves. then you had to keep splashing salt onto an altar which supposedly would ward off evil. :
the world turns in marvellous ways and brings strange tidings.
they twirl and twine around you.
do you allow yourself to struggle?
do you know what it is like to breathe?
the world turns in marvellous ways and brings strange tidings.
they twirl and twine around you.
do you allow yourself to struggle?
do you know what it is like to breathe?