Ephemeral Delusion

Monday, June 28, 2010, 1:53 AM



"Though I never cared
What good is the night to me?
'cause night wants to fall on me
You'll find the winter waking up right now"




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Wednesday, June 23, 2010, 2:01 AM

You should just do one line, not two or three. Lest ending up breaking the hearts.

High art, so is this just all that's about? I'm sure there are better ways to get high, although that is perhaps a real representation of the much envied, enchanting, dubious yet pejorative industry. Let the good times roll, a decade from then:

you'd put your eyes to the sun, and say "I know you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding".




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Sunday, June 20, 2010, 1:21 AM

I’m totally burnt out for the weekend, hey what is weekend anyway for me? During term time it is simply an “overly-romantic” sham to put my bum to more endless sitting down topped with firing of neurons; quite on the contrary summer wasn’t any better. Level of activity wise, albeit a stark contrast across the spectrum between the former, and I’m slightly embarrassed to admit that my acrimonious ramblings are more than often so the opposite of what I honestly feel inside. Ultimately at the end of a difficult day, what could be more rewarding than a silent room with falsetto music lingering and an ice cold drink reeking within my proximity?

I wonder sometime, if I could muster such immerse amount of strength to magically put time to a halt, will I be missing this perfect time of day? Up till now I firmly refuse to label the mountain of undone tasks as “work”, but preferring the flagrantly biased euphemism "stuffs." Don’t question, I thought its just about time to flung the Type A out of the window for my own betterment. I’d rather be called a flakey lab geek than to spend the next half of my life with a constant tremble tic on either edge of my mouth.

Wit equates to mojo, and I have contrived a scheming plan that can potentially mercilessly humiliate person x so much so to widen the gap, if it is not evident enough yet. Shall we play?




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Wednesday, June 16, 2010, 12:02 AM

Lady Macbeth

Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood;
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry 'Hold, hold!'




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Tuesday, June 15, 2010, 3:47 AM

A part of me just died after watching the movie. Had I known the ending, I wouldn't have even pressed the play button.

On a lighter note, I've had an interesting 2 minutes conversation with my favorite much gay boy after a good day, and darns the last thing he mentioned really caught me off guard: Oh really? My girlfriend loves mac and cheese too!

Argh fuck, my instruments are looking pretty dilapidated aren't they? Give me time, I will fix that.




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Thursday, June 3, 2010, 3:05 AM
Stay Healthy.

God has my back. I am not a Christian duh, but with all due respect, can't refute the fact that it is a fine line between sincerity and sarcasm.

Or rather I did wish that my argument could be as easy as a plain white cracker, seemingly like that of between genuine confusion and sheer stupidity.

I need a plan, I need to draw up something solid, something workable to propel my engines moving. Soon after I have had ample rest, and fuck myself up (again) with my new gay boy target.

Damn, I am so one of them in there.




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Tuesday, June 1, 2010, 2:18 AM
reckoner

Oh fuck, I think I just saw beauty personified. Albeit the detachment from (my) reality, I paid attention to every iota bits of details, thus spake perfection I dare declare.


You are not to blame for
bittersweet distracter
dare not speak it's name
dedicated to all human beings




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