drowning in the rain clouds June 6, 2007

it was a hot afternoon.
the sun was melting some old candles
lying in the corner of an antique wooden wall stand.

i hoped it would rain and cool down the flaming leaves of a 5 year old money plant
kept in a clay pot with warm water and steel nets
they were down, and i saw them lose color
and grow into pale shades of lime-sap. dull. dry.
their shapes lost, with excess moisture and burns.
much like how it was. like them, this day.
thirsty in a way.
crumpled and scratched. like molten bits of glass in a tray,
that had been handled badly and cursed to be brittle.
rapidly cooled. forcibly stretched.
filled with small air pockets and tanks.
it was meant to break and give up its stable form and state.
and the air inside
it never seemed to subside
it wanted to bulge and explore the outside
wouldn’t it love to explode?
but if it would, it would shatter
this thin glass.
strange laws.
physics and chemistry i guess.
but this was me. the glass.

eyes were dry
of constantly staring at inanimate objects
around the dull setting.
back, numb. from sitting on that steel chair
which was bought a few months back
in exchange for a nice cozy wooden one.

i had been trying to hold up some sand in the air.
but winds would blow it free
and set it flying to the west,
to the nearest ocean or a distant desert.
miles away.
waiting eagerly for this new batch of grains to arrive and add to its glory.
sand it was. an important element in the making of thin glass.

how it would change.
from brown dirt that sticks on to you without your intent,
to beauty, transparency and colored light
to be kept and praised
and polished with love and respect.

the bark infested with juicy insects and weed.
a time so rotten i’d say.
but it stood still. and seemed to be that way.
enjoying the company of its healthy parasites.
letting them draw all they want off its own body.
generous. pityful and trustworthy.

those hands were too lazy now
and the effects had started to grow stronger
they could no longer spin. or pinch
they were steady. as if everything had stopped
and as if someone stole the source of its energy
secretly during the middle of the day
without anyone noticing
thus was the day.

but nights.
most of the them were lost,
waiting desperately for a brighter day.
bright. hmmm.. is the sun up yet?
these candles just can’t seem to wait.

safe crap, freedom and dog waffers May 31, 2007

now i’m slowly getting addicted to publishing crap here. n so, like every other paranoid android, i was wondering the worst case scenario of this stupid blog. my non-existant 6th sense tells me this is what’ll happen.

1. people will ban me from exposure to daylight. they’ll find my writings too sentimental, or plain mental. docs will declare that my writings

my studies May 22, 2007

woah …. sorry …. wrong topic … too sane and logical …. definately wrong topic …

the influential elder. May 20, 2007

she’s funny. good. baad and worse at times. she talks to me once in a while. while her busy days end. and sleepless nights start. or maybe its a sunday morning and she needs a reason to stay away from the fire. while someone special cooks. i enjoy poking her brain. with a stick. i formed with minced words. and then she opens up. all of her lies. all of her flies. from the can of dead worms. and the tennis racket that she recently bought. i love the way she is. the world is her dinner and the people her match sticks. she lit that fire and wiped the floor. clean. naughty. with a sinner repo. this one’s for u. love u to d core.

sittin on a peigon n flyin to your temple soon. till then, keep washing, and wearin out those underwear.

thanks. May 18, 2007

hey hehehaa. if u ever read this. rmemebr that time/ when the crazy ol fart was preaching Math.random and tokens. we sat there in our minds and wandered. u came up with dog shit. and then we spread it all over d table. good times. good shit. this one;s for u buddy.. all cheers to dog shit.