So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snow
For every life, forego the parable.
Seek the light, my knees are cold.
(Running home, running home)
Go find another lover;
To bring and- to string along.
With all your lies, you're still very lovable.
I toured the light, so many foreign roads
For Emma, forever ago.
about art.
Art is what you can get away with.

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Hello! school is tiring, but at least my motor's still running (in one way or another). Its amusing to see different people reacting to the start of school in different ways on their blogs. I'm one of those lazy people who really really needs to catch up on her revision Oo. But I refuse to put aside keeping track of some of my friends lives.

But Carine's put down her blog again! I am so sad.

Blog people. Its good for you!

In other news, I never thought I'd be so excited to do homework. Lit in particular. Gosh, I'm such a nerd.


There are, perhaps, whom passion gives a grace,
Who fuse and part as dancers on the stage,
But that is not for me, not at my age,
Not with my bony shoulders and fat face.
Yet in my clumsiness I found a place
And use for passion: with it I ignore
My gaucheries and yours, and feel no more
The awkwardness of the absurd embrace.

It is a pact men make, and seal in flesh,
To be so busy with their own desires
Their loves may be as busy with their own,
And not in union. Though the two enmesh
Like gears in motion, each with each conspires
To be at once together and alone.

- "The Aged Lover Discourses in the Flat Style", JV Cunningham.



Ah. There's nothing like the notion that love never dies, but fuses with a self.


I love you.
Posted on: Thursday, 22 January 2009
Posted at: 06:50