June 1st, 2006
voyeur
i was riding LRT a while ago.
eediness.
i hate cliches. avoid any type of mainstream or any stereotype. what used to be "outcast" lifestyle is now mainstream so wat's new? avoid any and every one of it. even thoughts. move from one to the other just enough to let loose before getting trapped and stickied on the web laid out by the mother spiders of each type.
may be that's the reason i'm all cliche. just there. just enough. perhaps, i think, each one should be a cliche of at least one. just so to be more than enough. to exude it. (digest that! before you move on.)
i dont like photographs. you know. they're so dead. dull. no life. so.... so....
still
glances are beautiful. movement. your turn. when you look down. when you try to act as if you're up to somthing but you're really not but you still pretend to just because you can't handle the lack thereof - vacuum of a stare. desire is movement. we move cause we desire. we desire cause we move.
i shall bring a vid cam and premiere this clip in my mind. i'll show you when i'm done.
this is sadness. you. me. lovely. happy happy joy joy. whatever. tell me. look back. turn around. look back again.
sunset "sailing" on ahrange skies. train chu-chus.
you are living the image of my life in my mind. it's so perfectly perfect. i dont envy you but you put me in awe. enjoy it.
i'm only different because everyone around me are all the same. they stare at me. i sing out loud. i toss and turn while standing up, tap my fingers imitating irregular beats, turn my back instead of facing front. long. - verb.
i'm unique and special just like everybody else. no.
i like strange.
what is beautiful is ugly. what is common is ugly. become scarce and be precious. just be. how? just be. like who. whoever. just be.
january was switchfoot month. learning to breathe especially. last month was sigur ros and snow patrol. njosnavelin, how to be dead and run.
chinese are my eyes. my body is worldly. my heart is heaven and earth.
eediness.
i hate cliches. avoid any type of mainstream or any stereotype. what used to be "outcast" lifestyle is now mainstream so wat's new? avoid any and every one of it. even thoughts. move from one to the other just enough to let loose before getting trapped and stickied on the web laid out by the mother spiders of each type.
may be that's the reason i'm all cliche. just there. just enough. perhaps, i think, each one should be a cliche of at least one. just so to be more than enough. to exude it. (digest that! before you move on.)
i dont like photographs. you know. they're so dead. dull. no life. so.... so....
still
glances are beautiful. movement. your turn. when you look down. when you try to act as if you're up to somthing but you're really not but you still pretend to just because you can't handle the lack thereof - vacuum of a stare. desire is movement. we move cause we desire. we desire cause we move.
i shall bring a vid cam and premiere this clip in my mind. i'll show you when i'm done.
this is sadness. you. me. lovely. happy happy joy joy. whatever. tell me. look back. turn around. look back again.
sunset "sailing" on ahrange skies. train chu-chus.
you are living the image of my life in my mind. it's so perfectly perfect. i dont envy you but you put me in awe. enjoy it.
i'm only different because everyone around me are all the same. they stare at me. i sing out loud. i toss and turn while standing up, tap my fingers imitating irregular beats, turn my back instead of facing front. long. - verb.
i'm unique and special just like everybody else. no.
i like strange.
what is beautiful is ugly. what is common is ugly. become scarce and be precious. just be. how? just be. like who. whoever. just be.
january was switchfoot month. learning to breathe especially. last month was sigur ros and snow patrol. njosnavelin, how to be dead and run.
chinese are my eyes. my body is worldly. my heart is heaven and earth.
Posted by wxyz at 07:33 PM | make me smile