Wednesday, May 31, 2006
I've got another blog going on up here, in my vacant head. It's a living world i've been building since young, never quite materialized but never quite silenced into a fading memory.
Got myself another Jodi Picoult. Would love to own every single one someday. Just as much as i'd love to take a visit 'round the world (okay maybe just Europe) and who knows, i might just discover that those images i see in my head every night are not just the masterpieces of the hyperactive mind's nocturnal activities but are indeed images of existing people and places? I don't know. I just might.
Was in the assisted bathroom with Chicken looking on this elder lady showering when my head almost crashed onto Chicken's shoulder. Damn i almost thought the floor just tilted over. Like, has the earthquake metastasized to our little island? Panic preceded logic and the ability to reason but two seconds on, i realized i was just having another episode of vertigo. This has to stop. I feel like a loonie everytime i go "whoa!" and flap my arms in an attempt to regain my balance when i know perfectly well i'm stepping on cold even ground. Like even a drunkard can do a perfect catwalk across.
I need sleep. After my Picoult.
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fara // 21:38
I've got another blog going on up here, in my vacant head. It's a living world i've been building since young, never quite materialized but never quite silenced into a fading memory.
Got myself another Jodi Picoult. Would love to own every single one someday. Just as much as i'd love to take a visit 'round the world (okay maybe just Europe) and who knows, i might just discover that those images i see in my head every night are not just the masterpieces of the hyperactive mind's nocturnal activities but are indeed images of existing people and places? I don't know. I just might.
Was in the assisted bathroom with Chicken looking on this elder lady showering when my head almost crashed onto Chicken's shoulder. Damn i almost thought the floor just tilted over. Like, has the earthquake metastasized to our little island? Panic preceded logic and the ability to reason but two seconds on, i realized i was just having another episode of vertigo. This has to stop. I feel like a loonie everytime i go "whoa!" and flap my arms in an attempt to regain my balance when i know perfectly well i'm stepping on cold even ground. Like even a drunkard can do a perfect catwalk across.
I need sleep. After my Picoult.
fara // 21:38
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