Tuesday, June 17, 2008

keeping it real, as they like to say.

It's too easy to blame my nature, as if it is a separate entity and not a living part of me. You know. 'Useless appendage.' 'Cracked glasses.' That kinda thing. Not that those are excuses, but I think you kind of get what I mean, even if I'm not saying it very well. I'm talking about thought slavery. I think.

Sometimes, the words pour out of me. Redundant, irrelevant, pedantic, as I leapfrog all around, muttering the same thing over and over again, the hoarse litany that trails off unintelligibly at the end. Whatever for, and whom to, and the unspeakable, that is a sort of a secret within a secret within a secret. Russian dolls! Fundamentally empty at its very core.

There is much that I feel today, great big globs of gooey stuff that spurt geysers of hot nothingness, for they have no form without the correct turn of phrases, without the discipline of rhythm and feminine cadences, and in this case, since there is no form, there can be no substance, for the former gives it its definition, and ultimately, its canned life.

I am feeling strange today, my friends, but not very much more than usual. Just enough for me to say it out here, and enough for me to scrawl profuse letters of _____ and _____ on the yellow walls.

blueprint

I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.

fresh monodies

dreading
at moments like these (cue _______ )
just for fun.
I know, I haven't been around, no thanks to a majo...
Why is it that I always seem to fall ill when I ha...
the eternal return.
but of course.
joy!
the gordian knot
shaded shapes of longing

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treatises on life

arty jen
betty boop
carmentica
charming-linn
chasing snowy cars
cheeky lynn
cheryliciously glam
clean and cute
cyclist-mad bass
darling dominic
feisty jing
fellow ditz-sista/porkSTAR
hail mary!
hell's kitchen
hero on the beach
h-Euge heart
hunky lenny
lipgloss queen
little cheryl
live n learn, baby
lolita lou
loony loon
mr popular
musically dan
m y s t j
phringe
princess tania
roger smurf
runaway pigeon
sabotage king jeremiah
sibling angst1
sibling angst2
spector dan
spunky tian
steffy bunny
sun-sunzzz
teeny wee-nee
weeeee, leonard!
yangtze yang'en

frivolous pursuits

for shallow ppl
for very geeky ppl
for the truly bored
spun prose
binary thoughts
past imprints
some stamps
montage of images
other memories

mulling over

And there were phlegmatic souls.