and i miss seeing things with serifs so here we go.

in the four hours of today i have managed to consume fire and ice. i have also nodded to breeze, lightness and music in a car ride.

i have given panadol flu max a second chance.

i want to study. yes you heard me right.

i'm never opening apple mail again ( Read more... )

there is a man with a glossy shirt and candled hair. his spectacle frames are lip-red and his lips are tube-pink. the green lacquer slash over his (accessory) left eye (accessory) is as calculated as the single upturn of his suede-matte trousers. a paunch simmers through the hundreds of TV thumbnails laid out over the shirtcloth like rows of film ( Read more... )

i lost again the camera charger component which i found prior to trial camp and put away because i didn't have the time to use it at the time. i would go and look for it but my broken social scene hamstrings are going to riot. weak flesh. biceps eff, semi-membra, semi-tendin, semi-useful.

i'm reminded how i almost wrote that the arm upper limb ( Read more... )

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in smoke i'll thrive.
my lungs will fail.
but not till i've
gone through the gale.

funny how things seldom turn out the way i want them to be. it's not that they are unsatisfactory, or that i'm dissatisfied - most times surprise compensates, pleasantly.

to you i must stay true. o my hate of hate and love of nothing.

i should read some austen, too. and ( Read more... )

creativity!

they make me soppy. one day i'm going to OD and disintegrate into a pool of liquid fluff.

in habit i've managed to forget what i wanted to write five minutes ago ( Read more... )

first among them being a closet penchant for fanfiction. i'll chew through cheese if it is paired with wine and story-people that i like. i'm pathetic that way ( Read more... )