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trip at your own peril.
2008-04-01 7:14AM / 標準BLOG
so its april fool's .lies lies lies!!! everyone's either quit or wants a tranny fanny . strangely enough . my contract actually ends today (truth)... i don't quite know what to make out of it . i'm still trying to decide if the joke's on them or me .my amputated arm refuses to sign on the dotted line...if only i could just connect the dots . things might seem so much clearer . perhaps a trip to somewhere far away would be good to untangle the intricate knot i've tied , which is fast looking more like a tight noose than me dancing footloose with booze vamoose.
and more than anything .... a trip i would really fancy ,
is someone falling ,falling... deeply .... into me .
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featured falcon of restless thoughts .
wings spread out , my mind contorts.
feathered boas a distracting lot.
stains my mind, the blackest blot
.take flight , take flight ,from the nestled rot .
let it brew thicker , the pointless plot.
soar through the skies , take claim the cries . cover your eyes and feel the highs ...
never again .should i breathe in lies-
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contort ,not
2008-03-30 12:52AM / 標準BLOG
decisions , decisions ,decisions .
so here i sit , contract in hand . wondering what new loops of fire i need to jump through in the circus of life .
should i attempt the next yogini pretzel conformist ,contortionist acclaim or take that blind leap of faith into the deep beyond ? work wise... i'm stuck in a rut .to play the safe route versus being the vigilant voyager. my pen's not willing to budge . the only thing that's fluid is the memory of mr enigma doctor dear , whom in my mind ... is like fresh ink still drying...
and in time ...he will be etched onto my mind ,
indelible.
close your eyes and hold my hand .
let's elope .
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wings of steel
2008-03-24 5:55AM / 標準BLOG
so they leave . on wings of steel and a plastic meal
buckled safely . emotions defying gravity
mileage rolling high , head swung ,low in sigh
a few songs play on loop in my mind as the clock slowly creeps its way into the dawn where a hint of citrus orange tries to spill light into the grey .
songs: leaving on a jetplane by mazzy star
make it with you by olivia
somebody by depeche mode (the lyrics say it all!)
fix you by coldplay
kids grew up with fairy tales and story books . my mom used to read me songs from my dad's guitar chord books (which earns me a badge for being an old soul.i know them all) so yes ,leaving on a jetplane was a song in the book that always spoke to me . it made my little fragile innocent heart shudder in fear for someone leaving me and the oceans coming between us to drown out our love (which reminds me of another song , ben lee's birthday song ..lyrics go .."there's an ocean between us, just like me , deep and blue", )
strangely enough ,its been my anthem ever since . and sealed my sorry fate for long distance relationships and falling , falling deeply for the one....the one who's always in transit ...
so i sit here , in my room , trying to digest the weekend that has fast whizzed by me , flashes of moments manifesting before me like a fire dancer fast with fiery feisty fury .
would it illuminate or scorch? perhaps i'd never quite know .
but i do thank the weekend "doctor" who nursed me back into health with his tender loving care and divine attention ,for the secret glances and stairway doses of tongue tingling meds, for inspiring me with his striking stories ,accolades, travels and philosophies ...
you are my luminary .
and we're more similar than you'd ever like to believe.
~22.24.50.34~
a luminary who featured for a week,
a soul i rented while so meek .
for now a vacant lullaby,
to which alone i must get by.
the curtains drawn,
a memory worn.
silenced smile i'll wear a while-
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howie day
2008-03-23 12:13PM / 標準BLOG
“friends applaud the comedy is over “ -last words of beethoven .
and with that, the good times come to an end . woke up, still hung over from the green bottle . head feeling like the revolution of the jackhammers is taking place,as they stage a coup against my mental faculties . flee them all .
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sleepless in shanghai
2008-03-21 11:22AM / 標準BLOG
the insomniac in me has reared its ugly head .
i have a huge sleep debt waiting to bankrupt me ...
mr sandman hasn't cooed my weary head and lulled it into deep dreamy slumber where film noir would waltz me away into billowy cloudy comfort.
truth is : i have a stalker
and i do hope if its you out there who's calling me incessantly ,
please stop .
the police is fast on your case .
anyway . this is not a picture of my stalker . haha . its a friend of mine hideki while we were in new york with boobiekins...
but i just thought the photo looked apt.haha
rain + MOMA + good times
titled:
"leaning against the wall"
your eyes are cold
i know you'd tell me all
not to fall
i lean against the wall
on the floor , not listening anymore
i should've known
the things to which you're prone
you cross your arms
and tell no lies
a thousand thoughts run through my mind
a thousand words that i don't need
i never thought that you could do this
