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Wednesday, 12 November 2008

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    Brand New Colony
    Postal Service      

    I'll be the grapes fermented,
    Bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit
    Like a perfect gentlemen
    I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick
    Where you will sit and contemplate your day

    I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
    In an open tab when your judgement's on the brink
    I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
    Albums back as your lying there drifting off to sleep...
    I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you...
    You won't have to strain to look into my eyes
    I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped straight to the throat
    With the collar up so you won't catch a cold

    I want to take you far from the cynics in this town
    And kiss you on the mouth
    We'll cut out bodies free from the tethers of this scene,
    Start a brand new colony
    Where everything will change,
    We'll give ourselves new names (identities erased)
    The sun will hear the grounds
    Under our bare feet in this brand new colony
    Everything will change

     

     

Saturday, 08 November 2008

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       For the past week or so, I've been dissecting and trisecting this helpless attraction, this sweetest seduction that I've been having with this particular someone. Trying to understand it, trying to make sense of it but failing with every attempt. This is dangerous territory I must admit but...... It's still too new and too messy right now for me or anyone to call it anything, but I guess, that's part of the appeal. The unknown, the possible-ism (????)....

       I'd have to admit too that this all feels very "high-school" like. I mean, the secret getaways, the pretense in public, the secrecy among our friends, etc etc. 2nd, 3rd (????) childhood in play??? Possibly, maybe...... In stating that, I'd also have to say that "high-school loves" rarely work out in the end, although I don't think that it would be as such for this one, I'm still gonna have to keep my fingers crossed..... and toes too I guess..... I'm just hoping that this won't turn out to be just another "playground love". This shit's just soo complicated right now............ Can't do my usual leaping and bounding, have to take each step as it comes........ I feel so grounded....... =/

       Anyway, all that aside, this complicated thing is making me happy in it's own ways and I'm thankfull to the man on top. =)

     

     

     

Wednesday, 29 October 2008

  • Currently Listening
    Close to Paradise
    By Patrick Watson
    The Great Escape
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    Sine

      

       So after a random slow drive yesterday around the old block, field , busstop, food center, your old school , your previous workplace. Its' finally time to say goodbye. To the memories, to the feelings, to you...... I couldn"t help but hope that I would run into or catch a glimpse of you but, fantasies are fantasies and in the real world they never really do come true. Abit of a stalker-ish behaviour I know but something in me compelled me to just go..... go and get it over and done with.

       And so, this is my farewell note to this "city". Wer'e just mere acquaintances..... like how you've wanted it...