Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?
ayien.
Weirdly wired, wiredly weird.
I am, ur favourite nurse.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006, 4:13 PM
She's gonna make it out okbut she's shaking like a revolution
and she stares at the fire all day mumbling to herself ...
"every hole has a snake in it
every crotch is a Siamese gun,
every ray of sunshine hides a cancerous chime,
every breath is a bomb."
...because unfortunately this Marylin Monroe is a Secret Zepplin.
haaaahs. like i even wanna be MARILYN MONROE ajer ehhs? i'd rather be Agent M from Tsunami Bomb or Monique Powell from Save Ferris. ahahahahs. wishful tinking~
hmms. thank YOU i guess. i suppose thats the thing ive been waiting for. to wait and see how it wud fil like. surprisingly, it aint as impactful as i thought it be. just a momentary feeling of guardedness. nutink more, nutink less. but beneath it, all is gone. remnants, perhaps? just an ounce. but still, it is but vital remains. its like picking up the rubbles from the aftermath of an earthquake. just a tiny tiny piece of stone, or a tiny tiny shard of glass. but it doesnt prick or cut. funny how it ends up eyy?
and yes, i stayed up a lil last night. hahaas. felt the impulse to suddenly pick up the pen and write. problem is, i cudnt even start. and that one phrase occured to me.
a moment once lost, is forever lost.
and life's like a touch rugby match. once u pick up the ball, just kip running. and running, and running till u score. and NEVER look back. cus once u do, hell.. ur gonna end up wid a bandaid plastered on urself. but then again, its a matter of how u accept ur defeat afterall. wid the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child. some may surface bruised and broken as ever, some may be all-smiles - even laughing, some may be all grown-up and the rest? just hanging around.
and i thought.. he paved his, its time i pave mine. on my own. now.
do you know the difference between a memory and fog?
and do you know the difference between a laugh and a sob?
-ain