Wednesday, September 22, 2004
- 7:47 pm
be prepared for longness, cos its about to smack you straight in the face, like how that guy who dint want braces paid someone to do. just stop reading right here and now, because youll probably not understand much of what im saying due to the fact that the whole thing is a chunk of hidden meaning, and nothing is what it seems.
life is a waterfall,
you think you got something,
but then you gone and lost it all
let the edgar allen poes have their say, and the mark twains cry wild, ill just write. sitting here in delifrance hearing them play that stupid 'pretty boy' song over and over again. some fag he musta been, so i put on the headsets, cos system of a down telling me that their building a prison for you and me sounds much better.
and the time disappears and im back in my little glass sanctum starbucks, with a mocha frappe in fronta me, a ton of memory over me, rammstein playing, the handphones going, and the wallet lies down like a docile little thing...but its different. its wrong. it not how it shoulda been. somethings missing. in a while, the tone of this writing will change with the music in my headset. industrial rock is telling me to become a striking industrial worker, but i know what i want, to go to europe or america and act. of course if ramya becomes a director, its settled, otherwise ill do something else, failing which ill become a bearded old man living in a cave in the mountains. itll probably be in india, cos there they worship most things from cows to half naked old men, so why not me? or ill join nat geo and film animals. nope, wont happen.
weises fleisch!
the prelims have passed, outta sight, outta mind, for now.
glass windows
the exterior is fascinating, and so is the green plant placed specifically against the black, highlighting its colours, and above me lies zara, temple of fashion, although giordano, levis (from whom -yeah i refer to them as people- i got my happy ol' jacket), Topshop and Tommy Hilfiger are hanging around.
no shumin, i will not forsake hilfiger, cos i dont believe he said those things, and besides, oprahs just a crazy old biddy. the wall here is nicely done, and im gonna have it done like that in my own room whenever. maybe ill invite a bunch of people over and well paint all sorts of things on it.
industro rock is interesting, more so when its german, and to the extreme, reminds me of coldly beautiful communist russia, which also reminds me of broken glass. the 'fight, kill, strike!" syndrome. so metallic. damn, lachzeits boring.
propheten der apokalypse are the prophecies of the apocalyspe. if you couldnt get that, then proceed to bash your head against the wall, and pay homage to your chair, its probably gotta higher IQ than you.
the most interesting and fun part of the week comes 3 hours every sunday, playing soccer, and this time i promise ill stretch properly, im infused with no desire to hurt you anymore dear calves.
whoever thought that nobody could change their stars? anyone can change anything, as the individual is stronger than most believe, bearing little thought to the thoughts/ideas of the dissentious. dissent if necessary, worry your little numbskulls off, and see what it changes. nothing at all, and though i speak not from experience, i believe it to be a non beneficial trait to be eradicated.
if you dint understand anything of what i just wrote- fear not! i dint understand it either, it just came from the hand, cos right now, im not paying much attention to writing or looking at the paper, my head is full of how stupid i was to let a once in a lifetime person go. forgive and forget they say, especially the forget bit, cos very few things are worth remembering, and some people come along only once in a lifetime, and hey! i think i done used up my once, so here i say it loud, proud, and something else-oud -
there goes the neighbourhood
and if it was russian, itd be
dair goes da nayberhuut!
so much for love thy neighbout. come here, and ill teach you to love my shoe, hippie.
wait.
im supposed to be a hippie of the sorts, according to a number of people. peace man.
wheres the love?
get the guns people, and this aint a drill, we need to find the love, like soon, before it gets stepped on! oh scratch that, lets all just have a tea party!
such incoherent nonsense from a sad incoherent boy, who, with the imminent removal of his braces will be merely sad, but sad in the dawn of a new era of oral freedom, crisp and crystal clear pronunciation, and a whole new world of linguistics. but ill be content with sad.
despair
woe
misery
they dont mean the same thing.
its so interview like.
to the self proclaimed emotionless people:-
hey! do what you want with your life.
to the self professed gays:-
hey! do what you want with your life.
to the seclusive reclusive people:-
hey! do what you want with your life.
to the poachers:-
YOU DIE! i come kill you now, because you not only kick my dog, you kill it with your elephant gun!
maybe i should write my next play soon, but i cant, i already wrote and burnt the last one for this year, and that was already three over the quota of seven (what a stokhanovite!) although i doubt that two of them count, considering they were about a single person, done in march and in july, and yet another explored the concept of showing the first scene, the last scene, and mixing up everything else in the middle, and was aptly named Puzzle : Caught In The Middle. its like giving this sense of interactivity to the audience, although sometimes i mourn the burnings, but i must, i want to, for noone else must ever see my work, save one person, who no longer exists. the only exception was competition, and that was it.
maybe ill become a playwright. nope boring.
sigh.
what now?
theyre all gone.
hit the stars
