February 2012
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January 2012
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“I can’t find myself / I can’t find myself / I can’t find myself / I can’t find...”
– The Cure, Lost
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“In dreams, I walk with you.
In dreams, I talk to you.
In dreams, you’re...”
– In Dreams, Roy Orbison
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“Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers.”
– Isaac Asimov
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Ecstasy
This eclectic technicolour rush, I felt ecstasy for the first time in my life. For all of its vast differences in meaning, come together, its the same thing now. Was I petrified? No, I could move. Was I moving accordingly? No, I was petrified. This glamourous shock, a rabbit digging a hole up to the sky, a black potato, rootless seeds, houses burning, shelters within, endless rain, catching stars,...
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ハート形の犬
I have this belief, or make believe, that everybody isn’t with, who they were meant to be with. Because at some point in life, we threw away, gave up on, rejected this one person we were designed to be with, as chosen by God. That reckless abandon had left us with a tinge of regret and remorse, some are brave enough to bury, others live with it, for the rest of their lives. Everybody...
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Ceramic Tiles
At the turn of the round, we hit our bodies so hard with kicks and boxes, falling fast and in places, bodies hit the floor. Tried getting up… felt like I was riding a bicycle on the tracks of the railway to the songs of Miss Daisy, I had forgotten, I did not know how to ride a bicycle in the first place. Could this day be, where I’ll see you on the television, wearing that all so...
December 2011
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Heart's Home
Counting down to sounds coming down,
Pushing doors to hope pulling doors.
Left vision unlock right vision blur,
Heart’s burning up houses holding us.
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死の床の花
You’re dangerous, a little flower, poisonous in roots and veins.
Little did you know, I would be coming real soon. that I would be coming in with a bow and teeth, gritting knots in life’s extended tree.
But surely they are, amidst the pissdrunken downer’s ride, a room so full of us,
What I would have seen in my dreams, laid still beside me. Laid still in my future, laid still in my dreams.
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“Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all...”
– Arthur Rimbaud