Sunday, June 18, 2006
Meet the Poppers
Again, i see random people in my mind. In Polaroid mode, somewhat, caught in Kodak moments. Candid, and out of the blue. They seem so real, it's surreal. Of course it'll be accurate to say that they are just but figments of my imagination and probably remnants of characters from my dreams. It makes more sense to perceive them as fictional, unless it's known i've met these people before or i'll meet them in the near future. Now let's call them Poppers, mainly and obviously because they keep popping up in my head. So Poppers they are.
Now these Poppers share no resemblance to one another. The only common ground they share is the setting of their appearance -- in my head! In fact, so diverse are they that i've even seen Poppers of different ethnicity. The earliest Poppers were Caucasians.. now i've seen Asians and just yesterday, an American-African guy stood still in all-black. He's hardly Denzel Washington material (yes i think he's hot even at his age) thus i'm sure he's not a product (or by-product) of my activehormones imagination. Transcending time and all else i'm sure, my mind has allowed me to see a 70's pin-up girl in a frock kneeling by a pond so small it looks like a puddle, a corkscrew-haired girl, a man dressed up looking like a funeral guest, and i'm just naming a few examples.
The Poppers don't wait for me; they say hello whenever, wherever. And as abrupt as they barge into my reverie, painting themselves vivid and leaving little to the imagination, they left just as abruptly too. They don't leave a trail, they don't hold any connotations, they exude an aura of nothingness, but they don't evoke any sorts of emotions. They're nothing but visual.
I've stopped questioning their existance or rather, appearance, because there are some things which are better left unexplained and i believe the Poppers are probably one of them. But that doesn't represent the fact that i remain highly intrigued and utterly fascinated. I've never communicated with them for they are just still-images but i'm sure they carry messages for me and it's only in my control to decode them. Hoho, so much for not questioning their existance.
However, i've come to a point where i question the possible correlation between the Poppers and the recent episodes of vertigo i've had. And when this happens, it only means i'm stretching it a little too far. And when i don't make much sense anymore, it's only a blatant indication of my desire to hit the sack. So... goodnight world! And we'll meet the Poppers sometime soon. (=
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fara // 03:02
Meet the Poppers
Again, i see random people in my mind. In Polaroid mode, somewhat, caught in Kodak moments. Candid, and out of the blue. They seem so real, it's surreal. Of course it'll be accurate to say that they are just but figments of my imagination and probably remnants of characters from my dreams. It makes more sense to perceive them as fictional, unless it's known i've met these people before or i'll meet them in the near future. Now let's call them Poppers, mainly and obviously because they keep popping up in my head. So Poppers they are.
Now these Poppers share no resemblance to one another. The only common ground they share is the setting of their appearance -- in my head! In fact, so diverse are they that i've even seen Poppers of different ethnicity. The earliest Poppers were Caucasians.. now i've seen Asians and just yesterday, an American-African guy stood still in all-black. He's hardly Denzel Washington material (yes i think he's hot even at his age) thus i'm sure he's not a product (or by-product) of my active
The Poppers don't wait for me; they say hello whenever, wherever. And as abrupt as they barge into my reverie, painting themselves vivid and leaving little to the imagination, they left just as abruptly too. They don't leave a trail, they don't hold any connotations, they exude an aura of nothingness, but they don't evoke any sorts of emotions. They're nothing but visual.
I've stopped questioning their existance or rather, appearance, because there are some things which are better left unexplained and i believe the Poppers are probably one of them. But that doesn't represent the fact that i remain highly intrigued and utterly fascinated. I've never communicated with them for they are just still-images but i'm sure they carry messages for me and it's only in my control to decode them. Hoho, so much for not questioning their existance.
However, i've come to a point where i question the possible correlation between the Poppers and the recent episodes of vertigo i've had. And when this happens, it only means i'm stretching it a little too far. And when i don't make much sense anymore, it's only a blatant indication of my desire to hit the sack. So... goodnight world! And we'll meet the Poppers sometime soon. (=
fara // 03:02
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