Saturday, January 28, 2006
Reclusive Anxiety
A few words, because there are always too many to be kept boiling in our heads.
Having the impression that life's best moments are passing by unknown is increasingly traumatic for a deranged and unstable sciences student.
The experience of watching a woman undressing is not in any way as exciting as seeing two women fighting in a pit of mud.
My Crash Colours series is over, to my greatest displeasure.
Friday, January 27, 2006
Leading Vendor in Awesome
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Orchid Sangria, Part Two
It's like life has lost all it's depth: there is no plot anymore, and the story keeps going, pushed by something undefinable yet tireless. I am responsible for my current position, of that I'm sure, but I don't know why, or when, or where it supervised my construction of change. Candid, I presume, is the mixed feelings of confusion and a shade of other emotions. I am the dictator of a large country, limited by the edges of my consciousness. Time isn't a river, it's more like green jello.
Friday, January 20, 2006
Epiphany: Conserving Social Estime
I would be much more respected if everytime I screwed up or made a mistake, instead of claiming ingnorance or inability I would assume responsability and conserve my integrity as an intelligent, able human being.
Same goes for the image you project: the balance between being witty in conversations, being interesting, and eventually being brutally honest about your feelings is unattainable. I usually end up making myself look like someone else, going into a conversation which I have no interest in or just being plainly oblivious to body language, unerringly causing a faux pas on my behalf.
Same goes for the image you project: the balance between being witty in conversations, being interesting, and eventually being brutally honest about your feelings is unattainable. I usually end up making myself look like someone else, going into a conversation which I have no interest in or just being plainly oblivious to body language, unerringly causing a faux pas on my behalf.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Under a Bridge in Provence
Sunday, January 01, 2006
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