A litte bit of me dies

It decays inside of me

Euwww... that's damn gross!

Please Keep Clean #4

For The Lonely #19

For The Lonely #18

godspeed

I like caves...

Dark, damp, empty caverns...

Immense space reverberating infinitely

HAH!

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hah...



It's time for me to retreat into my cave

Every Now And Then I Feel The Need/Desire/Capacity To Engage In A Textual Discourse Of My Current State Of Affairs (part many of many)

Today I feel that I possess the capacity to do so.

For the past week, I'm overwhelmed with a desire to sleep. To engage in a state of unconsciousness so furiously that it engulfs me entirely in my conscious state. I awake to find myself tired. I'm asleep to find myself riddled with dreams that are profound, and yet at the same time, makes no sense whatsoever.

I awake to senseless questions that catches me unaware. I find myself obsessed with answering these questions, but find my answers coming too late. Forever buried in irrelevance. Smothered by obsoleteness.

Having realize this makes me even more tired.

I have a film to shoot and edit, an art festival to organize, possibly an art show, a sculpture to build, an academic presentation, and a performance to execute.

I think I'll go to sleep now.

For The Lonely #17

For The Lonely #16

For The Lonely #15

For The Lonely #14

I imagine that in the last moments of my life, when my life is flashing before my eyes, jimnopedis no. 2 will be the soundtrack

-what?

you know, jimnopedis... Erik Satie



-you mean Gymnopédie No.2





oui

NGOs AND ACADEMICS WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME!

SHOUTING PROFANITIES INTO A PILLOW AS I DROWN MYSELF WITH MY BLANKET. SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STAB ME RIGHT NOW

For The Lonely #13

Rintihan Lewat Malam

Alas...
I wish there was more green
And some blues and reds

But that would only result in whiteness

A whiteness that envelopes

An envelope containing a letter

A letter that I am about to send you

Which you may receive

Which you may reply

Which I will wait for

Which may never arrive

Which I may continue to wait for

Which I may read

Which may envelope me in a whiteness

A whiteness dotted with reds, greens, and blues

And the ever present greyness of our dreams.


Goodnight.

For The Lonely #12

A hole in my universe

For The Lonely #11

For The Lonely #10

Usually, after bidding goodbye, I'd turn around walk away and never ever look back,

However that night as I walked up the stairs, I secretly hoped to see you one last time, waiting for the train in the plarform across mine.

Alas, a train sits on the tracks.

it's been a month...

now it's a new year.


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I wonder if you know how much is it that I care for you...

Well, It's more than you would care to know