For The Lonely #20

I have a pencil sharpener shaped like a shrimp. It is made in Shanghai, China. It's orange in colour and is bent in a crescent shape. I guess it is modeled after a cooked shrimp. A live one would have been straight, and perhaps white in colour. To use it I insert a pencil into its head and twist. The shavings would expel itself from the side of its head. With a pencil on it, it looks like a fancy hor d'oeuvre.

"Madame, voulez-vous une crevette sur un bâton?"

"quoi?"

"une crevette sur un bâton"

"Je passe"

"le bâton?"

Does it anti-matter?

A litte bit of me dies

It decays inside of me

Euwww... that's damn gross!

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godspeed

I like caves...

Dark, damp, empty caverns...

Immense space reverberating infinitely

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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.

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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

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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.

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A hole in my universe

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