trying to shit out an article for the sun, and it's been constipation time (actually, i have been constipated. and mugs of peppermint tea only gives me insomnia instead of the blessed runs that i've been longing for). but anyway. yea, trying to write ( Read more... )

yesterday i bumped into a really good friend, z, while i was about to take money out from an atm. she told me that another one of her close friends (i'll call her a) - we all went on a grrlie holiday together - just gave birth. strangely enough, a was thinking of z just before her contractions began, and that was one day before z's birthday. the ( Read more... )

there is usually something hiding behind the buildings that was just a moment ago, merely new; now, looking more and more like a maze i have to clamber through. big waves, the colour of deep seas, will stretch impossibly high to engulf any notions of sky. they are always heavy, always with unknown depths, always a painfully beautiful greenish ( Read more... )

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I am a
Snapdragon


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it's generally white. a kind of blindness that sits awkwardly. like groping towards death. the muscles around my eyes tauten to pull as much skin away from eyeballs as possible, meeting in folds on top of my forehead. i am only imagining this. i don't actually know. but memory sometimes serves as a mirror. fingers splayed, touching in hiccups at ( Read more... )

saturday morning has been weirdly spent waking up soopah early and spending about 3 hours spewing engineered racist comments repeatedly. on camera. and i think i did it quite badly too. sneering on flat screen is not very flattering ( Read more... )

just before new year, went for an acoustic gig at NBT (no black tie). it was a lovely evening, meeting up with people i haven't seen in ages, hearing good music, lalala, and so on ( Read more... )

inside my head, there is a bear dancing with jelly fish. jelly fish pulsate and throb like fireworks exposing their octopus tentacles to the black black sky, then disappear after they hurt your eyes with longing. i long to be a line from a song. the question is, which song? "i want to be like harry houdini ( Read more... )

another year, another fear
of another fat line.
i wish i could see everything whizz up
and sizzle into playful, colourful
flames; then sparkle and
disappear --
leaving a shadow of magic turning dull
like smoke.

then the deception will end.