if you are bored. you blog
alas,
the only one who was left and is passably interesting has just gone off msn.
so i am left to my wits' end about what to do.
today is going to be a long hot day. i hope the sun don't laser my ass off. i cannot take heat. like i cant take it when people are egocentrics. haha. i am so particular about what makes, breaks me. and if i am going to perspire, please allow me the dignity to grouse and grouse. wetness is meant for something else. *oops
for the record, today was a great day. although i hate crowds. they stifle my movements and there are big men everywhere. especially when there are mechanical bullshit around. i feel vulnerable as i sieve through a human crackpot of sad jokes. because i know i am one myself. haha. all enslaved to techology (i am gladly enslaved; like some harem)
its freaking ironic when you can pay by nets and people go all out to draw money to pay. mind you, suntec is a barbaric landslide. whatever is never at where-ever. atm machines are tucked at every corner but never at a convienent arm's length. why is everything in life built like that?
i am so going to shift my blog somewhere. heh.
i was thinking one day, if i made a major fatal mistake, what would grapple me in those last few moments? the fear, the guilt, the memories, the blesses, the snakes, the "would have beens"? would i worry because i feel i might survive to worry more? or would i be happy with what i have?
i think the whole marching rountine of yesterday has worn me out considerably, that my mind takes over my body more consciously than ever. and i am thinking and thinking and my poor body is not keeping up and all that i am thinking clearly is about the 3 more hours i can sleep and that if i sleep only 3 hours, my functions would be limited to zombie like features.
i am a glow worm.
i am the aura, the sutra.
the wholeness of.
spiritual reincarnation
of the hunted.
if u read those deeds i speak of now,
you could just bring yourself to be
flying.
i am the magnificient steiner.
bronzed into two
and count count count
-hands behind your back-
all that is left
is it me fighting with a red flag,
a shotgun, a soldier's knife?
don't shoot.
defending cue.
call call to the animal in
me.
howl a long outstanding lie.
maybe you would disappear
into the wilderness
of eden
the temple of my soul
burning acid lips.
i am the grub.
a forceful prey;
a predator 's grave.
eat eat
and make me
make me
beg for sufferance.
because you abhor me.
because you are the tempest;
the deity within
my grave grey lines.
i am a glow worm;
my light, stunning craving-
i am the magificient steiner;
splits karma, dark blood ,
murder love-
i am the grub;
prey prey on
me-
lala. another poem. am i good or i am just mediocre? (i cannot believed that hong pronounced it CORRECTLY and i did not. anyways. you got the real x factor; you rock. )
i need a writer who can impress me. someone who writes like me.
sadly, i havent found a single.
xoxoxo.
the only one who was left and is passably interesting has just gone off msn.
so i am left to my wits' end about what to do.
today is going to be a long hot day. i hope the sun don't laser my ass off. i cannot take heat. like i cant take it when people are egocentrics. haha. i am so particular about what makes, breaks me. and if i am going to perspire, please allow me the dignity to grouse and grouse. wetness is meant for something else. *oops
for the record, today was a great day. although i hate crowds. they stifle my movements and there are big men everywhere. especially when there are mechanical bullshit around. i feel vulnerable as i sieve through a human crackpot of sad jokes. because i know i am one myself. haha. all enslaved to techology (i am gladly enslaved; like some harem)
its freaking ironic when you can pay by nets and people go all out to draw money to pay. mind you, suntec is a barbaric landslide. whatever is never at where-ever. atm machines are tucked at every corner but never at a convienent arm's length. why is everything in life built like that?
i am so going to shift my blog somewhere. heh.
i was thinking one day, if i made a major fatal mistake, what would grapple me in those last few moments? the fear, the guilt, the memories, the blesses, the snakes, the "would have beens"? would i worry because i feel i might survive to worry more? or would i be happy with what i have?
i think the whole marching rountine of yesterday has worn me out considerably, that my mind takes over my body more consciously than ever. and i am thinking and thinking and my poor body is not keeping up and all that i am thinking clearly is about the 3 more hours i can sleep and that if i sleep only 3 hours, my functions would be limited to zombie like features.
i am a glow worm.
i am the aura, the sutra.
the wholeness of.
spiritual reincarnation
of the hunted.
if u read those deeds i speak of now,
you could just bring yourself to be
flying.
i am the magnificient steiner.
bronzed into two
and count count count
-hands behind your back-
all that is left
is it me fighting with a red flag,
a shotgun, a soldier's knife?
don't shoot.
defending cue.
call call to the animal in
me.
howl a long outstanding lie.
maybe you would disappear
into the wilderness
of eden
the temple of my soul
burning acid lips.
i am the grub.
a forceful prey;
a predator 's grave.
eat eat
and make me
make me
beg for sufferance.
because you abhor me.
because you are the tempest;
the deity within
my grave grey lines.
i am a glow worm;
my light, stunning craving-
i am the magificient steiner;
splits karma, dark blood ,
murder love-
i am the grub;
prey prey on
me-
lala. another poem. am i good or i am just mediocre? (i cannot believed that hong pronounced it CORRECTLY and i did not. anyways. you got the real x factor; you rock. )
i need a writer who can impress me. someone who writes like me.
sadly, i havent found a single.
xoxoxo.
