apparently, i am in the state of major superlatives whereas i have to inject the work fuck in every other sentence that i mumble. so, i ask what sort of mental condition would exhibit should untidy expressions of igonorance. is it the bitterness or the apathy of existence that consumes my liminal mind? either way, there is a palable style that begets endless metaphors that grow quite tiresome as the journey supposedly becomes deeper.

i found an interesting ad on the back of tricycle magazine, which lead me to this website, intergral naked. although i only briefly browser through the selection of material, i knew i would be very interested in exploring them at a later point so i got a membership and shared it with some liked mind kids. i am particularly fond of the naked concept as i suppose that is the point of my whole blogging expression. obviously raw expressions tend to be non coherent in general and with my dysfunctional system of sentence structuring, it’s only more […]

so, it’s been months since i’ve had a coherent thought where i can actually articulate for more than 3 minutes in front of the computer. normally, my state of mind is either too engross in all that is orange or slap stick silly due to self medication. exercise is the only mild therapy that keeps the mental and physical tension at bay. all this is not leading up to much except for the fact that there is little time for personal expression. nonetheless, i am aware that it’s become more necessary, especially these small spurts of expression, […]

in the dream life, i wouldn’t stumble upon two of my ex girlfriends on nerve. in that life, the remains of the last one wouldn’t be in my closet. in that life, i would also want to jump from my towers of fear and face the real life. in this life, i wonder which is worse: dying old alone or believing that finding the one will make laugh louder. so, i briefly encountered a wonderful little book by rilke entitled ‘letters to a young poet.’ in so much that the elder rilke is writing to his younger […]

i saw one hour photo earlier tonight and i think it sorta put me in the down mood. i feel very much like robin williams looking into the lives of others through the camera. like i have no experience worth photographing for myself but i will galdly photograph your happy moments if you pay me. yeah, that’s pretty cynical and all but even when i do my own photography, it’s not about me having fun and living life. it’s a weird observance of the world in a uncomfortable detached way. as if i don’t really want to […]