So much to lose. Are you taking this away too? There ain't a lot on the plate but you just can't let it be, can you?
Half the week is on a low heat. Water vaporizes and so is any lingering strong emotion. With jokes and gags still good to laugh at, it's hard to tell. When you pour everything in for a stir-fry, wouldn't it be great if it turns out good for your soul? But when it's in the blood to go where there's no queue, you are risking the past, present and future.
Shit. I just hit in an idea that will keep me walking alone for a long time. It's poking at me all the time anyway. Makes me wonder what the hell did I ask for at the first spark. Right now, my guts is telling me to hold it all together in the wok. I need a real big one. I don't. Maybe that's the problem...
Writing monologues out front... way to go, myself.
Now, fortunately, I am still in the mood to draw. Putting my prayers in it too. I'm really clueless when it comes to the pangs of life. It must be agonizing to watch from outside huh? Drawing is probably just the only way I see I could do at this point. If it sucks, it's just me though.
On cohabiting, living like the world accepts differences when it harshly scolds you off is picking on the nerve. Still fighting to not get used to it. As thought should. Kan? (Excuse me, sir. Your Malaysian is showing...)
Just not easy to live on the ugly end of life. You know you should throw the magnifying glass away. But why do you keep hearing it? There must be something. Like, is this my thesis? Oh by the way, all these writings will be done on this intent. I figured the best way to keep the big cat mind occupied is to have some sort of a blown-up purpose. At least it shouldn't keep on feeding the greed. Purr...
Allow me to go back to my prayers in this mood...
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