Ephemeral Delusion

Friday, April 30, 2010, 6:39 PM

It is geeky but I am still going to say this, does it not feel like empty-nest syndrome to you? The three months were absolutely crazy, lest it ended before I officially mustered the courage to take the longest, sharpest and slickest knife from the kitchen- no, not mine, I don’t even own one, I ought to borrow from my neighbor; and slit my wrist and watch myself bleed to a bed of thick red ocean. So fresh, it will wake everyone up, and to the delight of the monsters contemplating and strolling outside the door, here you go, a buffet free for all.

Of course I didn’t go there. A couple of obstacles and trench is not sufficed to make that happen. Here we are, a brand new day with the morning breeze caressing through my face, a gentle pat and a whisper- wakeup sleepy head, stop living in the life of the dream you dreamt.




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Sunday, April 18, 2010, 2:41 AM

Breathtaking, someone whom can keep me up until the dawn.




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Saturday, April 17, 2010, 10:15 PM

Titillating.




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Friday, April 16, 2010, 1:53 AM




For art you will bleed,
the needle, the pain and the Samurai,
watching you from the aisle,
swinging his great magnifique sword,
adamant to your full stops and exclamation marks,
wouldn't it be all so apt,
when it will be over- in one night.

this makes it worth the while, son.


dead life.




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Wednesday, April 14, 2010, 11:46 PM

You are, swimming in my head, going in circles, round and round, and until the day my small aquarium cannot contain your flamboyant strides anymore, it will implode, and this hard ground I am sitting on right now, will open up and the Earth will swallow me with a mouthful of air, as her servant-

.. for eternity.


And if only I could verbalize my inner thoughts fast enough before they shatter into whirls of white dust; if only I could tame der Teufel in my head; if only I could find a rope so thick so robust so impenetrable; I will be abominable - nothing will ever be formidable; not even Abraxas can shame me; and all will be good-

..das heißt, wenn ich kann entkommen.




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5:50 PM
I love it when..

..my g**dar is seemingly always that accurate. If I were to offer paid services for reading that off people, I'd definitely make a windfall.

The weather is excellent today, light and breezy, apt for sleeping and studying although ironically they are antagonist towards each other. What more could I wish for, a few more days to recess week and the finals, and perhaps I could figure out something fun to do this summer.




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Sunday, April 11, 2010, 1:58 PM
Why Can't I

"Holding hands with you when we're out at night
Got a girlfriend, you say it isn't right
And I've got someone waiting too"

Just saying, or rather purging something (1years old?) from the system. I feel like announcing to the whole world; say by throwing a bachelorette party or just throwing a bitch fit, but I think there is a classier way to go about doing that.

Hee, even the air smells fresher today. No puns intended, darling.




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Sunday, April 4, 2010, 1:37 PM
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Its another world out there.

Such excruciating excitement, its almost painful – was I the victim of the Stendhal syndrome again?




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