back to reality. circa. 2010

hello reality.

hello work spits.
cheers, peers pits.
greetings rat race.
and the likes, ya know who thy art' -sneer-

and all it takes to makes all that so much bearable is the simple sighs. the simple quietness. the simple prayers that whispers to my God, and my whines to my pumpkin.

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   now that even Google dares china. i almost took refuge in that and bear my brute the wrong way.

  how simply, i spot a Pink Martini in the coming doldrums. and the countdown begins, with the tix in my bag.
 
  post cat_power, i lost a fight. a soft spot for the mini escapades where one pay for froth. where one bask in the darkness as the curtains fall. frolicking in the impatience foam, so thick it keeps me wading like an iron man. and i survived a bout of the tummy-bug. (i'll thought i'd die from that one, a record 40 hours slumber in a 50 hour period, and it felt like i'm still not doing enough rest!).

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               and it takes is some music. some hugs from mummy, sigh'ful smiles from dad, a sweetest phase from pumpkin. a re-read of an stale text msg. a hoot from cobra, and bicker with bro. and the evening re-aligns itself again into normality. when this comes, i asked. why we worked so hard for normalism when our dreams are anything but normal.

           just a rant Again™. 


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