Did my horizon just burst with a thousand flames or what?
I was going to complain about vast empty canvases insufficiently smudged by meagre drops of ink, and lo and behold..but never nearly enough. We're aiming at Jackson Pollocking the virtual space. Minimalism is so last week. :)
Ugh New Years, there's something almost reptilian about the whole welcoming feel of another year. Wet, cold, feelingless, slimy and revolting. Like a minute before I was in another world, and a minute later, the blackhole's been opened, and we're going to get sucked into some vortex that'll take us to some other time in another dimension.
All this crazy welcoming for just that one minute that'll take us into another date change.
Another day, another year. It bugs me that almost as soon as I get used to writing that year, I've to accustom myself with another date.
What am I doing? traveling to some safe place, mountains, a bit of snow, a bit of nothing, a bit of hope.
To this date, I've never made any resolution, and that's probably my resolution..to make none. To stick to a bit of chaos, and hope for a bit of anarchy in this sea of sanity.
Though, I think I've had my fill of anarchy and disturbances last (this) year..so here's to a bit of holy mess, to drowning in a babel of passion and despair.
Perhaps I'll assume the existence of a shadow..dying each night only to resurrect every morning. being a phoenix is too tiresome I think..not that I've anything against those birds.
Yeah, uke..boy am I going to play it and record it..I don't know how and where, but I will and put it up soon.. and If I' able to figure that out, perhaps I'd record some poems too..though I don't know how I'd react to listening my own voice.
About headaches:
I'd take a heartache over a headache anytime (or not). Headaches are satan's henchman much like violator from spawn. They just don't go, and you can't will them away. They'll keep gnawing you on the inside, harass, exasperate and aggravate you to the point that you'd wish you could dismantle your head and hang it by the window.. those limbless demons of agonizing misery.
It sucks on your happiness and any inclination you might have towards existence. Headaches aren't for the faint of heart..sometimes only a medicine would do. If I could, I would nuke each headache out of existence.
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Sometimes I think of heaven, its roads paved with blades and nails, its walls painted with smoke and flames, but it's heaven still
I remember enquing a million songs in winamp, a thousand years ago.. I've started to do that with my chores now-not necessarily chores exactly though, for house chores are those few things I'm absolutely evangelical about. I'd finish them no matter what the nature of apocalypse.
I've enqued things to do. Update my food blog.. I have to, finish my new drawing, start reading a new book, finish a couple books I've been writing (yeah, like that's gonna happen anytime soon) but seriously one of them is a cookbook, start my youtube drawing channel, record uke..go mad in the process.. and yes oh yes,,refresh like a maniac.
There's more, there's always more..and soon.
I was going to complain about vast empty canvases insufficiently smudged by meagre drops of ink, and lo and behold..but never nearly enough. We're aiming at Jackson Pollocking the virtual space. Minimalism is so last week. :)
Ugh New Years, there's something almost reptilian about the whole welcoming feel of another year. Wet, cold, feelingless, slimy and revolting. Like a minute before I was in another world, and a minute later, the blackhole's been opened, and we're going to get sucked into some vortex that'll take us to some other time in another dimension.
All this crazy welcoming for just that one minute that'll take us into another date change.
Another day, another year. It bugs me that almost as soon as I get used to writing that year, I've to accustom myself with another date.
What am I doing? traveling to some safe place, mountains, a bit of snow, a bit of nothing, a bit of hope.
To this date, I've never made any resolution, and that's probably my resolution..to make none. To stick to a bit of chaos, and hope for a bit of anarchy in this sea of sanity.
Though, I think I've had my fill of anarchy and disturbances last (this) year..so here's to a bit of holy mess, to drowning in a babel of passion and despair.
Perhaps I'll assume the existence of a shadow..dying each night only to resurrect every morning. being a phoenix is too tiresome I think..not that I've anything against those birds.
Yeah, uke..boy am I going to play it and record it..I don't know how and where, but I will and put it up soon.. and If I' able to figure that out, perhaps I'd record some poems too..though I don't know how I'd react to listening my own voice.
About headaches:
I'd take a heartache over a headache anytime (or not). Headaches are satan's henchman much like violator from spawn. They just don't go, and you can't will them away. They'll keep gnawing you on the inside, harass, exasperate and aggravate you to the point that you'd wish you could dismantle your head and hang it by the window.. those limbless demons of agonizing misery.
It sucks on your happiness and any inclination you might have towards existence. Headaches aren't for the faint of heart..sometimes only a medicine would do. If I could, I would nuke each headache out of existence.
__
Sometimes I think of heaven, its roads paved with blades and nails, its walls painted with smoke and flames, but it's heaven still
I remember enquing a million songs in winamp, a thousand years ago.. I've started to do that with my chores now-not necessarily chores exactly though, for house chores are those few things I'm absolutely evangelical about. I'd finish them no matter what the nature of apocalypse.
I've enqued things to do. Update my food blog.. I have to, finish my new drawing, start reading a new book, finish a couple books I've been writing (yeah, like that's gonna happen anytime soon) but seriously one of them is a cookbook, start my youtube drawing channel, record uke..go mad in the process.. and yes oh yes,,refresh like a maniac.
There's more, there's always more..and soon.
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