Friday, April 20, 2007

Second class citizen

I have the purple rose of cairo's syndrome. Only my fantasy does not belong to a movie, and for some reason I still believe Cecilia had it more figured out than me.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Sweeter than wine

He kissed me. through the cellphone wavelengths. I felt it. I can't remember a sweeter kiss. Why refuse when we were two inches apart? Why wait for a distance of 10 months and 10,000 miles? masochism...

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Alone

I have been taken off life support.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Yahya Jammeh, holier than thou

So the president of Gambia discovered a cure for AIDS. Oh and it was revealed to him by his ancestors in one of his holy dreams. Prophet anyone?? Now it makes me wonder how he became president.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Failure to Remember

And everywhere I go
there's always something to remind me
of another place and time...

--Erlend Oye

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

m.a.d.d.

so I'm not a person of many words. I want it to be direct to the point, over and done with. I choose not to smell the roses, and I am satisfied. What can I say... I get bored very easily. I can also say I have a benign case of A.D.D.

the show is not over.

Times...they're a changin'. Or so i thought. Same time, same situation, same hope, same despair, same fears, different place, different year.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

On the Bright Side

Hold on to your balls DAMMIT.

Blind Item

When does achievement get substituted for disappointment?

When expectations are too great you cannot help but feel you failed.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Ode au Passe

C'est quand que tu sais que c'est fini? Est ce que c'est quand tu es surpris par combien l'autre a change? ou quand tu commences a en parler au passe? ou est ce que c'est quand tu ne veux plus appeler parce que tu ne sais plus quoi dire? C'est comme meme dommage tu sais? C'est encore plus dommage que tu ne le sais pas.

FRANCIS CABREL-Encore et Encore

D'abord vos corps qui se séparent
T'es seule dans la lumière des phares
T'entends à chaque fois que tu respires
Comme un bout de tissu qui se déchire
Et ça continue encore et encore
C'est que le début d'accord, d'accord...

Tu comptes les chances qu'il te reste
Un peu de son parfum sur ta veste
Tu avais dû confondre les lumières
D'une étoile et d'un réverbère
Mais ça continue encore et encore
C'est que le début d'accord, d'accord...