yes. in all meanings of the word.
and i have so many statuses to ptu up, but to preserve the one standing, i wont.
"i will take a photo with the camera in the grass looking at me. alone, or otherwise."
"i shall design a Chess MMORPG."
"Tml, into the Rabbit Hole."
"i will never be part of that crowd. or maybe too much a part of it."
and most importantly,
"Really Tuas Tml. Need Sleep. Good Night."
Good night.
any chance i get, and the chatter of stand-up comedians around me.
would i write a song?
about how temporal existence is, not in the sense of youre entire life, but how imminent departure is.
what about decisions made in history? a choice made that had some heavy influcence on the outcome of today, and then you wonder on a blue day, if anything would be anything else.
and its one of those things where i think im like a case of bad photoshop. no, i dont belong in this place, i dont belong in that place. and the photo too pretty, ctrl-z and its back to square one for me.
on a blue day.
maybe ill write a song on a blue day.
but then, i dont even think i can write.
well. i havent been here for a long time.
too long, it seems.
the tumblr thing has become like a strange impersonal space for myself.
i read wikipedia's cry for help through donations, and it touches my heart,
the want for this resource to be available for the rest of eternity.
i do hope they succeed. and then some.
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its been a tough time, a year of firsts,
and here i am once again typing something like this.
this little space tucked under a tumblr feed that nobody reads,
it feels slightly safe, like a hideout made under knotted grass in a dusty field.
would i be able to save the world from a prophecy that i foretold when i was a child?
would i be able to save just the parts that mattered, at least?
would i be able to save myself?
two steps to the left, into the direction of traffic,
switching hands and holding up skeletal structures with the sheer force of will,
but this moon is not yet mine, the moon we wish for day after day,
nor will it ever be.
Happy New Year, soon.
i guess im more on tumblr. But we'll keep this space and see how it goes.
well hello. welcome back to this space.
Its been a while, i havent been out enough to actually think of time to start writing whatever i want to write in my blog. Not withstanding the entire microblogging thing going on. Slightly impersonal in some sense i feel. maybe it lacks a certain wordiness to it, that its linked to the entire system of tumbling posts just waiting to be picked out.
or maybe i have too high hopes on my posts.
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no. the times will not come, and the tides will not leave,
but we still have to learn why the neap and the spring happen as so.
Every organ and blood type, i will have to make sense of it, even if everything is of non-terrestial origin, and pardon my french, but all fxked up.
At this point of time everything is flying out the window and we cant wait to leave this place. The tiredness that comes with the sight of the same things for the 108th time, and youre wondering why didnt you leave when there was a chance. The question being, what next, and will they turn out horrible like that? Wheres my music?
All these things i have no power on, or for, and every passing minute not doing something proper is lost to another world of useless junk and selfish souls.
No. i would wonder why anything like that should be happening, but it already has.
Also, there wouldnt be a need to think of possible outcomes for a situation that doesnt exist, for a notion that has to grounding, just to float away in its own non-existence.
However, there still has to be try.
But do or do not, there IS no try.
thus we will have to figure it out.
Hours slip by me, but never fast enough when i need them, only fast enough when i dont. Click-click-bangbangbang. There aint got no feeling for any good nights, but i can at least hope that every one will be something to look forward to, regardless of whatever has drawn past.
Haiku for your soul.
=B3at=
is useless. but still. cannot help.
