The news is magnifying everything x one million and it’s hard to ignore all this hocus-pocus goin’ on. I’m sorry. The Kala I am is fairly amused by this report, though: (“It’s all very Dada.” – Tristan Tzara) Report goes: How is his health? A few months ago, there were reports he was terminally ill....
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I see sunshine, you’ll be Saturnine
That you roamed your whole life and that I roamed my whole life and we met somewhere and that we’ll be roaming across seas and terrains and skies and words. that you’re my blessing. Hey-he-hey-hey. Life is roaming and I love you very much. Now… anyone want some cake?
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Stolichnaya Vodka on my desk on a Monday morning
A tiny bottle of Russian vodka. I like little bottles, they look so nice and dignified. Especially coloured ones. It’s beside my PC. It looks satisfied there. Saturday night halfway through a game of Pictionary at Gari’s annual CAM party, I heard a sophomore say, “Print is dead.” If print is dead, then why did...
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Learning to breathe underwater
Under the shower at five in the morning to ease my worries and soothe my nerves. Running water is the solution to all our problems, and soap will be declared “the new tears”. Tears have a chemical compound that can be fatal in high doses. Merely releasing this poison is a means of survival. I...
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The Raptuous Operatic Singer’s Aria
I’ve found myself dreaming like a raptuous operatic singer. At night, I take sleeping pills and my dreams give me the feeling of Unreal Unreality, since I’ve been so used to dreaming with my eyes wide open. Now, I’m like Alice in Wonderland, thru the looking glass, meeting magical visionaries with visions so baffling. I’ve...
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Pushed back to square
In 1965, during the first American space walk, astronaut Edward White lost his glove. This glove gloried in the fact of it becoming one of the first pieces of space litter, orbiting the earth at a speed of 28,000 kmph (I’d like a glove as well-traveled as that!). Today, there are around 110,000 objects floating...
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Tachibana, Subpoena
It is a pleasure When, in a book which by chance I am perusing. I come upon a character Who is exactly like me. -Tachibana Akemi
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The story is that Boom found the pigeon
Version 1.0 | Hands. My grandmother passed away when I was eleven. I don’t remember much about her, except that during her dying days, she spent it at home so my father could take care of her. I remember her hair, very long and white, strands that almost looked as if they would crack under...
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Her Iris. Off-Kilter.
Obviously, she is his world. Her iris is his Universe. Her hand is the cure to all the world’s diseases. I like that about him. “Him” is the photographer of the website I’m looking at. A collection of his photographs. The theme: the girl. It’s just “some girl” to his audience, but for him, it’s...
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Scientific Genius | Artistic Genius
Immanuel Kant claimed that there were 4 distinguishable capacities to artistic genius : imagination, understanding, soul and taste. Kantanian philosophy (concerning artistic genius, that is, because that’s what I’ll be talking about) also says that artistic geniuses are not capable of demonstrating how they came up with their works, because Nature is the rule it...
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I looked at yesterday and saw my tomorrow
The little slip into the yesterdays of magical mystery tours and strawberry fields. I spent the whole night listening to music, lying in the dark, going through the familiar tunes one by one, drawing up memories attached with each melody into my arms, circling, empowering me once again. Strange that a note can unleash a...
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Opus Maius
Alchemy originated before the Christian era; a work of either a madman or a dreamer, whichever you can relate to. Alchemists were people who sought the grandiose potion of the conversion of base metals into gold. Pretty advanced thinking, don’t you think? Metaphorically speaking, it was the discovery of Medieval period’s Internet. The dream: Prolongation...
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