I sit and stare

Nothing could ever be truer and more meaningful, be it in the literal sense or otherwise, than the belief that people will always, always leave. You get some, and you leave some. You GET SOME, GET SOME, and you're left with nothing but five bucks. And that only happens if you're luckier than that dude who creates his own perception of art with fire and an aerosol can down the street.

Now you wouldn't want to spend your last five dollars on a bottle of beer now, would you?

Cookie cutter

Again, I question myself.
Just how far am I supposed to tolerate with insensitivity?
It's such a misery to know you're never remembered, never thought about, never ever taken seriously.

You:

• search.
  
• shift.
• slip.
  
• tolerate.
  
• burst.
• repeat.

I should put that on tape. Sell-out.

You try your best to please. You try your best to satisfy. You give. You refuse to accept anything in return. You praise. You say all things nice beyond your belief. You never make a fuss. You put others ahead of yourself. You tolerate. You fucking respect. Geez. You're an idiot.

When will I ever learn that the world is just bloody cruel?
I must stop living in a movie.

Thank God it's free.

Recurring

My dreams haven't been pretty of late. And it's ironic how you tend to remember those kinda dreams crystal clearly. The sweet, fairy floss-filled ones will always be semi-stored in your head and as much as you desire to recall it, there'll be a few missing pieces here and there which make the whole picture a little too vague for you to appreciate. Pity.

Why can't I have dreams which involve purple dragons and a stubborn strand of hair instead? Beh.

The Flash

A tribute to everything and anything outta space.


I kinda like the fact that I care too much and I am shamelessly intimidated.

But I love whipping your arse more, I'll give you that.

You know you love me! Ngee.

P.s: I see THE moon.