Do not tell of this night's tale
That's what you say as we descend
But how can I not,when the wings of an
angel embrace around me and I'm blessed
with kisses that taste of strawberries and cream?
The Way They Used To Make Them
1 hour ago
Plausible Mutant Powers
Yet another exercise in wistful thinking.
Last week,I read a post on Scott Adams(Dilbert!)'s blog,which mentioned synaesthesia.
Ever since,I've developed a mild obsession in the subject.Seriously, how cool would it be to have synaesthesia?
It seems for 'normal' people to experience synaesthesia,we'd have to be really,really,really,really tired or tripping on LSD.The makings of a drug addict?
Now I'm wondering,which other brain 'anomalies' give you cool mutant powers?
Last week,I read a post on Scott Adams(Dilbert!)'s blog,which mentioned synaesthesia.
Ever since,I've developed a mild obsession in the subject.Seriously, how cool would it be to have synaesthesia?
It seems for 'normal' people to experience synaesthesia,we'd have to be really,really,really,really tired or tripping on LSD.The makings of a drug addict?
Now I'm wondering,which other brain 'anomalies' give you cool mutant powers?
Unwrapped
Glitter on the floor
You unwrap
ribbon strewn everywhere
You unwrap
Till there's nothing left
to peel off or tear away
Have you already
grown bored of me
my dear?
You unwrap
ribbon strewn everywhere
You unwrap
Till there's nothing left
to peel off or tear away
Have you already
grown bored of me
my dear?
Don't Lie To the Kids
The thing that sucks the most about reality is how your fantasises get horribly mutilated.
Like for example,I once thought,I might posses some culinary talent but now after hanging out with people with who can actually cook,my cooking style can be described as experimental;failed experiments which end up feeding the plants and are never spoken of again.
I once thought,I might have some musical talent be it singing or playing a musical instrument;now I know I should perhaps stick to instrumentals.Preferably air guitars.
This post is not really meant to be about how my life seems to made of epic fail and how much I hate those fuckers who are multi-talented and worse still good at all the various things they do or about how I hate being good at only a few things(which I might not actually be good at )...no actually...I'm not really sure either what the hell this is all about.Okay,wait, I know what brought this on.
See school is starting again soon,like OMG finally who the fuck needs holidays.
Anyway,I'm thinking of signing up for the theatre company this semester and my mind wandered off into a new fantasy.Well,not really new.Like some old ones meshed together.
The plans goes like this :
1. Join theatre (because there's no better balls scratch than applause and...and,theatre is full of chicks.)
2. Learn some improv
3. Become a stand up comedian
Then I can be like Russell Brand.Sorta.
Writer/Comedian and dating Katy Perry.
Yup,sounds like a plan.All I need now is hard work,the unshakeable belief in tooth fairies and...whatever.
p.s.: I don't really think my life is made of epic fail.In fact,when I look back at all my failures,I think how hilarious they are and how they make it easier to relate to my friends,because they are all like,"Hahahahaha,awww man you suck."
Fuckers.
Like for example,I once thought,I might posses some culinary talent but now after hanging out with people with who can actually cook,my cooking style can be described as experimental;failed experiments which end up feeding the plants and are never spoken of again.
I once thought,I might have some musical talent be it singing or playing a musical instrument;now I know I should perhaps stick to instrumentals.Preferably air guitars.
This post is not really meant to be about how my life seems to made of epic fail and how much I hate those fuckers who are multi-talented and worse still good at all the various things they do or about how I hate being good at only a few things(which I might not actually be good at )...no actually...I'm not really sure either what the hell this is all about.Okay,wait, I know what brought this on.
See school is starting again soon,like OMG finally who the fuck needs holidays.
Anyway,I'm thinking of signing up for the theatre company this semester and my mind wandered off into a new fantasy.Well,not really new.Like some old ones meshed together.
The plans goes like this :
1. Join theatre (because there's no better balls scratch than applause and...and,theatre is full of chicks.)
2. Learn some improv
3. Become a stand up comedian
Then I can be like Russell Brand.Sorta.
Writer/Comedian and dating Katy Perry.
Yup,sounds like a plan.All I need now is hard work,the unshakeable belief in tooth fairies and...whatever.
p.s.: I don't really think my life is made of epic fail.In fact,when I look back at all my failures,I think how hilarious they are and how they make it easier to relate to my friends,because they are all like,"Hahahahaha,awww man you suck."
Fuckers.
Together
Cold fire blazing
through the silence
of frozen hearts
using words to hide
what we really
want to say
through the silence
of frozen hearts
using words to hide
what we really
want to say
Plank
Holding you in my hand
and having you beneath my feet
Ascending to heaven
and crashing to earth
Feeling alive once more
and having you beneath my feet
Ascending to heaven
and crashing to earth
Feeling alive once more
All The Small Things
Trying to forget
all about you
by remembering
all the things
I hate about you
made me remember
all the things
I love about you
all about you
by remembering
all the things
I hate about you
made me remember
all the things
I love about you
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