my tastes are as good as yours.

Friday, November 09, 2007
10:09 PM

jesus christ monkey balls,ive just realised that im second best to her.long walks and 7 rounds of he is legend,i smiled at my own hysteria.im still unhappy bout my skin tone and i still am disgusted when i look in the mirror.you inked my lavender sky,now im gonna paint the rest of my book with different shades of green and grey.watch out world!!im coming for you!!till my next discovered new reader,i shall stop right here.and to the next potential reader,note to self:..no,not mushroom cheese prata..i'll promise myself to be your aphrodite,and not a hopeless romantic.

i loveeeeeee dillinger escape plan.thank you for making me run.

tasty

Wednesday, November 07, 2007
9:27 PM

Once upon a time, there lived a young man, who shall forever be lost in his own fantasies and dreams. Dreams of delirium, fantasies made of the wildest of imaginations. He wonders from place to place, island to island and along empty shores and broken interiors. On an obscure evening, he ventured into an unknown territory, where the village people look at him with viscera eyes. He felt welcomed here, and so he uses his charm to woo the villages. They felt his innocence, his friendliest and the most important thing, they felt his fears. For months passed by, he stay with the people, exchanged knowledge and comprehension, and he felt he found his home. His belonging. He felt neither menace nor treat, and the people treat him even better. But they knew his weakness. His fear. This is the village where people come and leave either a better person, or a broken individual. On one fine evening, judging from the shadows, most probably it was around 6 in the evening, where half the village was relegated back into their huts, came in a woman. No, a woman was deemed too plain. A lady with absolute beauty. The people knew her, but yet they stay distant. The young man, just noticing her, had his eyes transfixed. For years, he had not loved. And now, he saw the one where made his eyes sharpened, body weakened and speech impaired. She smiled, and he was left standing there. Days passed, and soon enough, he got the courage to talk to her. The hardest part was always the start. But they set of chatting, and without a care, without noticing the shadows creeping in, they found each other .He was in love. They were euphoric together, and he liked that, he liked the commonness. They sat down at the highest of hills, talked and laugh, rubbed the feet’s of the lovers and talk even more. With fingers in her hair, then came the moment he’ll treasure for eternity. They kissed.
A few weeks passed, and they exchanged love like lovers do. On a particular day, the village chief came up to him, and said he could finally leave. He battled his fear, but the war was just starting. The young man didn’t understand. So he stayed on in the village even further. Days passed, he was troubled by those words. The woman herself, also distant from him. But he didn’t cared, for now, he had love by his side. Time passed, and finally, the change was evident in the woman. He grew worried, like any normal man. Soon enough, with the sun setting and rising a few more times, he got the news he dreaded. He wasn’t the man she was in love with anymore. He felt lost. Even more so distressed. He reminisced the times, he cried. Something he never did for a long time. Soon enough, the woman was gone. He felt sad, even more so angry. Angry at the games that played him. He wasn’t dreaming anymore, he wasn’t fantasizing for long. He search for the village chief, with fists tightened. Face to face, his eyes reddened with madness and tears, the other with calmness and without qualms. The village chief, looked at him, smiled, and said “don’t let this feeling drown you. Jealousy isn’t an emotion, it’s a weapon. Use it, for one last time.” And the village man vanished. He was staring at himself. All these people, gone, like his imagination. He finally realized, it’s all a fake. It’s not about how you battle your fears, its how the fear will win your battles. He walked out, seeing only the open land, with no one in sight. He felt tremendously alone. With all his might, he took out his heart, red as his eyes, and felt it beat slowly in his hands. He fell to the ground. It beats slowly now, and he knew what’s going to happen next. There stood in front of him, the woman. The woman he shall forever love. Again, he remembered the times, but now slowly fading. He stretched out his arms, handing over his heart to her. “I have always given you my heart, and now I’m giving it to your for one last time. I loved you, and I shall always do.” with one last glisten of the eye, he said goodbye in the redness of his own bleeding heart.

tasty