You know, I don’t really care how far or how close, maybe proximity is only a concept. I don’t really care how long or how short the time we are apart, maybe time passes all the same. I refuse to be downy clowny because you make me happy clowny. If before we met our worlds...
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Hey Euclid, I could be anywhere
…and so maybe in the grand scheme of things you could be anywhere, gray skies floating below you and the powerful engine roaring in your ears, or laying on damp green grass that licks your cheeks in the green empty field and wouldn’t you know until you get there…? Anyway when I was five my...
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Panic
My nerves are fraught with tension and my fingernails are bitten down. Indeed, I am in a state of panic. See the pretty red siren hanging over my head? It’s a good day outside, wind is picking up and throwing me down the ground with forceful pressure. A glowing lightbulb in my chest about to...
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Tropicalia
Lazy flies all hovering above The magistrate puts on his gloves And he looks to the clouds All pink and disheveled There must be some blueprint Some creed of the devil Inscribed in our minds -Beck Shaolin Soccer Shaolin Soccer isn’t slapstick. Most people dismiss it as being the HK version of Hollywood’s famous slapstick...
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The world is not your enemy
It’s not, no matter how hard it tries to convince us that it is. After all, we are products of love. And of course we all belong. We have society. We have each other. We have longing to fill emptiness, we have hate to give meaning to love. We have constants. We know that night...
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Wingdings, anyone?
One of my greatest complaints about this PC, apart from the fact that it enjoys stalling just before saving a very important file, is its lack of fonts. The story goes like this: Rewind to a few years back, when I got one of those font cd’s. Kala’s exuberant. Yay, I’ll install it. I mean,...
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When centimetres feel like miles, seconds like hours
A long time ago, Julien wrote about sentences being ill, about electrogrammaticalograms and being a nurse of lost words. I still can’t forget this mail because it puts me in a certain mood. I’m sure you know how certain words, books, or songs can transport you. Déjà vu. Reminiscent of the time when we were...
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