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Tuesday, July 17, 2007'♥

-vertigo-

pardon the incoherence, excuse these careless ,inadequate words.
afterall , how can the inanimate letters of the keyboard ever narrate vividly, the thoughts and struggles of a being encased in a physical body as such.

i woke up to a dream- a dream, with voices and shadows that are no more foreign than strangers of days of old. the birthday's round the corner, and it then dawned upon me, how long it has really been. the mercurial wings of time ,will it ever not exorcise the demons and shadows of yesteryears.

i hate feeling this benumbed on such a cold morning.

premenstrual syndromes, pre birthday blues, what nots.

it shant kill the day at the beach with my sparrrrtannnss!! wooh!


mental note to self: today :-draw up a wishlist for the matriach.

wed : sch

friday : muesuem/the substation

8:38 AM








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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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