Is there a queue anywhere? Like at a soft drinks booth? Good! Join the queue. You don’t really have to buy anything. When you reach the end of the queue, just plonk to it’s tail and help elongate it. Sometimes just watching the world burn is what you need after all. I have a penchant for queuing and apologizing, especially when fueled by coffee from a hawker. I’m sorry. … More Sit in a park
Beyond my here and now; an eclipse. The ‘twenties’ are … strange. The duality of striving to be alive to reality yet at the same time holding onto dreams is quite the challenge in many a twenty-something’s life. In fact, both child-eyed wonder and hard-nosed reality struggle to weigh each other down on opposite sides … More Beyond my here and now; an eclipse.
Sleep: What a sleepy job!
Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them. Problem is, half of me hates sleep so much that when I once slept so well recently, I had a dream I was awake and I woke up to find myself asleep. I think insomnia is a sign that a person is interesting. … More Sleep? What a sleepy job!
But there’s another thing I know. My heart does get the determination from watching white-blood cells zoom past its arteries all the time chasing diseases and isht. Watching someone do something that you would like to do is such a turn on. From guilty body pleasures to sweating in the hot day sun working for butter and bread, the influence of one’s action on another humanoid is intense to justify my claim. So, on a scale of zero to I-wanna-pee-because-I-just-saw-you-dash-into-the-loos, how effectively does my fake yawn coerce you into foolishly opening your dentures, wide for all and sundry to see, as you stupidly depreciate into a supplier of warm unwelcome morning breath? Yes? Do you know that a narrow mind and a wide mouth go together? Yes you do? Don’t ever yawn! 😀 … More Pant on!
The cafeteria was opened right on time, 8 am, and i dashed in for breakfast. That’s been my routine for 4 years. A loyal 4 years i must say. The waitress knows me, in fact, here though it’s self service, it’s different for me. She comes to where i’m seated, ‘Boss, your breakfast bill has … More Voices in my head (2)
Hey pal, i didn’t tell you about Saturday. I promised I’d be telling my fans everything! No secrets! Sato was FUN! Of course i normally don’t plan my days. If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging that would be no problem. But i arise every morning torn … More Voices in my head (1)
the voices in my head are real, don’t envy me, this ain’t my will, but i can’t give this out for any bill, it’s like my brain is on a grill, or someone somehow undid the seal, of the white matter in my skull, though what they say of me i can’t feel, i’m not … More POEM: Voices In My Head