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BSYN
The trees grow tall here, their trunks stolid and their branches brittle; as I write this I might reach out of my window and break off a branch off one of them. Not that I would do it, of course; these are little privileges meant to be enjoyed, not taken for granted. Nonetheless, it gives a man a powerful feeling of freedom to be able to do ( Read more... ) -
Ich mochte eine Geschenke geben, aber es war nur dein tod.
NaNo's beginning. I'm writing and then not. It's quite frustrating, really, because I want to write and I have all these ideas but I have all these distractions and it gets tough when there're many ways you can go through with it and you're caught it what isn't really an impasse, but quite the opposite, and you can't decide, leaving you with a fine ( Read more... ) -
I have money!
And I don't have friends-locked posts because it seems such a shame to be so exclusive when all I do is put crap nothing on this page anyway. Here's an idea, though: I'll start writing completely meaningless crap and actually make this experience something fun instead of trying to make it a catharsis in and of itself, simply because deviance from a ( Read more... ) -
When was the last time we didn't?
I killed the one who wasn't me ( Read more... ) -
Years from now...
I'll be able to remember this year as the year I witnessed Singapore clinch an Olympic medal after almost fifty years.
... If not for other things which I hope to remember as fondly. -
Every Song I've Ever Heard
They're a tribute, in a way, to everything.
But especially to that which I once could've had, if only I had once been what I could've been, once. -
Life is an Obligation
... Just not the way they mean. -
Poets Have Tourette's
They (who) write words - not sentences which
hang; not really going (anywhere)
(in forward
backward between)
why the
awkward (brackets) pauses
which seem like
(words) ( Read more... ) -
The Only Songs I Know Are Love Songs
Narcissu-esque moment today when I actually had to fight back tears (something I haven't had to do in a long time since I trained my tear glands on intensive Disney marathons); I'm not sure what struck me the most, but I think it was how magnificent his death was that made me feel like it shouldn't have ended, although that could have been his only ( Read more... ) -
Choice
I have an uncle Bob and an uncle Shaun. The former is dead and the latter currently living with my grandmother. Before he died, uncle Bob wrote a book which my parents gave me when I was in secondary school. I read it again today and I realized what he might've meant when he created that crossroads: two men standing at a two-way fork. They both ( Read more... )