my way or the high way

cause imma kick your ass so high you fly to the cheena sky where they scream in conversations full of mirth.

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
:ee cummings

at the end of the day, i am most furious with myself
and the poetry of poetry immobilises each tendril
of fear that hairline of queer
wistfulness, teasing wilfulness
so all is silent. thus all is clear

narcissism

how does it feel like to be not you?
how does it feel like to not be you?

self-righteousness overpowering indignation
mindblowing anger and countless, countless tears
another irony, another year
another death

is what it takes for me to see. and this awareness but a blight to enlightenment
and this awareness an eternity too late.

bloodbath

i am going to bloody slap anyone who messes with my friends ok.

wishing you 59 happy eyars of excruciating constipation you wonderous existence of a shit.

aiyahhh, i tell you, always talk so deep very tiring one. suddenly so much bleeding i cannot think already. the brain bleeds the heart weeps the limbs restrict and the eyes sleep. and then oblivion, and then rest.

my condolences in advance, why is illness always king, why does death always win. 50 years from now will you care about today's microscopic concerns, just go out and dance in the rain because your life there is only one.

meanwhile my menses very pain i want to sleep. 21 aus damn sian.

i love yakult.

i will hold your hand and smile

with this rash on the left of my neck which i cover with my hand in lieu of embarrassment i apologise for the shyness;

and this song i sing in my heart to you my dearest my umbrella of a rainbow.

here's 1 smile for you.

here are 2 smiles for you,
here are 3,
1, 2, 3 of them and 4 of us and 5 of you. count with the fingers up against this sky.
we fly our kite and for a moment we will be free, and i promise that i will cherish this moment, i cherish this day when you are here with me.

i've been spendin' way too long checkin' my tongue in the mirror
and bendin' over backwards just to try to see it clearer
my breath fogged up the glass
and so i drew a new face and laughed
:i'm yours - jason mraz


there these songs that tear open your festering wounds
and others, they make me feel happy

have yourself a happy new year

the reunion at clarke quay working on new year's eve again with heels all pointed all 4inches




pretty pretty loves




clarke quay very hot.



have yourself a happy happy new year all my loves.
and a toast to a wonderousness totaliness 2008, here is a glamorous dot com shot of the most stylish standoffish sophisticated seductive senorita:



LOVES TO YOU

so take me far away, hold me close to your heart

it is a longstanding habit of mine to look at the floor while walking.

1. i can ensure i do not step on/ do not miss out any crawling organism or remnants of one
2. i do not see anything i do not want to see (esp at night)
3. i can imagine i am somewhere else

it is a longstanding habit of mine to look at the sky while stationary.

1. i can see the stars and feel hope
2. i can remind myself that vast is the earth and minute is the man
3. i can avoid seeing anyone ugly/familiar/unwelcome
4. i can smell cleaner air void of body odour/strong perfume/vehicle exhaust

a comic of a confession, a ballet of apart