Thursday, October 28, 2004
_________' something is wrong.
too active a brain?? being harrassed by a 'friend'?? or just devoid of all emotions that sleep wont come easy anymore??
the weather has been terrific. Rain. drizzle. more rain, more drizzle. i like the coldness. standing at my 17th floor window, looking out into the night, and letting that coldness bite me in the face, that was arguably terrific.
'___________ what happens when you strip away all the happiness & sadness in your life? who will you think off when you're asked to die now?? no, seriously, who will will come straight into your mind when you're told that you're going to die this instant?? da Dood up above?? or someone else that has always been nestled locked-deep inside your heart but you can't turn back because every single mistake has been made & decried.
' _____ honestly, i'll think of her, that person that ive not seen for roughly a decade. the luxury of growing old is that it affords one to have the moment of wanting to see a person that has been missing from my life in exactly a decade.
a decade is 10 years, thats long, thats way too long. and thats what the coldness will do to you, making you reminiscence.
darKness-ak
Sunday, October 24, 2004
i asked for knowledge which leadeth to wisdom
i asked for wisdom which leadeth to understanding
i asked for understanding which leadeth to life & Him.
darKness-ak
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
romantic solitude / I turn off the light And light a candle Put on a pretty dress I'm drinking coffee and dancing by myself I feel satisfied, don't need to follow anyone's lead I am trying to learn To spontaneously be alone and enjoy the happiness Romantic solitude Dinner for one I don't need to share my dessert Romantic solitude I'm not lonely by myself I don't need to bleach my purple sheets for anyone I turn off the light And light a candle With a book I feel satisfied and can read at my own pace
this song was written & composed by the singer Peggy Hsu. its an old song dating back '01, and aptly it comes translated with its own English lyrics inside the cd sleeve. albeitly, the translation from Chinese to English is kinda weird but i hope you get the gist. decided to play the cd again today, and then heard of this song, "Romantic Solitude", which i thot would be a nice "gift" for you. you hang in dere' yeah, all we got to do is to just hang in dere' and nothing else matters. remember, Weiss is still the scary greatest.
darKness-ak
dont see me online but need to rant to me?? just email or phone those numbers that i had already given out. the mobile phone is dead so no point trying that. thats about all. lastly & most importantly, GO CLICK ON THE GOOGLE ADS BELOW my blog. it helps to contribute to my kopi & cheese cake & oolong tea fund. so go click on the ads okae before i storm to your place & rip your mouse from your computer.
darKness-ak
Saturday, October 16, 2004
this is quite unexpecting to find Durex placing a full-page full-coloured advertisement for their gel [read: lubricant] products in the Today newspaper. if you still do not know what it is used for that means you're underAge to read my blog. but seriously, it was quite hilarious to find them placing an ad like this, and it carries a tagline of "Play with Pleasure".
so what does this mean?? if i dont use it, then i must be "Playing without Pleasure". i hope they dont run out of stocks for it since all of us want to "Play with Pleasure"
darKness-ak
____the wound doesn't heal. its just covered up with a perma-fix scab, and the wound will bleed again when someone or yourself scratches it hard enough. it dont take any vigorous scratching to hurt them again.
'my words are my shield & my tongue is my sword. and God hates it so much that somehow i'd have been better off born mute. dont ever get on my bad side. you can get out from bedside but not from my bad side. im always up for burying people alive. im scheming. im more than double-faced. im damn fucking poor. i stab your fingers. ive taken after my mother, a mindfucker through & through, almost pure-bred because my maternal grandmama was a mindfucker too.
'_______patience, patience, patience, patience, patience, patience, patience. it has taken two years, you believe in the biz, you're committed to it. what can kill you if its going to take another two years. so, Patience.
xxxxxxx Persistance
xxxxxxx Patience
xxxxxxx Procrastination
xxxxxxx Perversion
xxxxxxx Peance
xxxxxxx Prideless
xxxxxxx Prayerful
i tell you, these are the 7Ps to a suicideless living. i practice them almost fervently, and now i am a Grade Four Hermit.
darKness-ak
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
should wisemonkey drink Sarsi or Sinalco? maybe green spot would hit the spot too.
wisemonkey
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
their advice was to drown your sorrows in strong drinks, and you'll worry needlessly because you'll have your twenty-four brothers holding you up.
im hungry, im hungry for more, when will we see the next daylight break? Wyndham would say thats the trouble with lichen. but i'd rather think that im writing under a haze-filled trance. my eyes glazes over, and the background music grows.
_the Anasazi broke the land. __what will we break then? her voice pierces thru me.
as time goes by, i already knew that i was at the end of the road.
Ted Hughes__'And for you,' you said to me, 'permission To remember this dream. And think about I.'
Miss Plath___you do not do, you do not do anymore, pure and clean as the cry of a baby, and the universe slide from my side.
>her name rings out true
>her name rings out true
>her name rings out true.
darKness-ak
Monday, October 11, 2004
natasha bedingfield sings these words are my own read some byron, shelly and keats recited in over a hip-hop beat im having trouble saying what i mean with dead poets and drum machines i know i had some studio time booked but i couldnt find a killer hook now you're gonna raise the bar right up nothing i write is ever good enough
i say, i haven't really read byron, shelly and keats. and i dont think i can sing to save my own skin. but ive read plath, neruda and poe, and i dig the whole hell lotta of them.
_________again, this is making sense isn't it?
__and yup, ive sold out grandly, if its approved,
___soon you'll see sponsored ads on this space.
____so be nice, and go click click on the ads so that i can earn some much needed
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ [the root of all evil]
$ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ [capitalism is evil]
$ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ [im addicted to money]
______________________________________p.s
_________________________________________rest in peace Mr. C. Reeve
_________________________________________rest in peace Mr. J. Derrida
darKness-ak
________the one eye monster again +)
darKness-ak
Sunday, October 10, 2004
strange, the toast is still in the oven.
____and im still scribbling lines in pencil.
"He is a fellow without any collective significance,
barely an individual," - Louis-Ferdinand Celine
____the toast is burning up already.
darKness-ak
Saturday, October 09, 2004
strange
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strange
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____________strange
i met a mountain deeper than the deepest sea. i will swallow the retribution prepareth before me. and i pray that i will be able to bear it. i will not be in want. for thy staff & thy rod they comfort me.
darKness-ak
Friday, October 08, 2004
this im made of
there is no one on earth
im afraid of
and no regime
can buy or sell me
________ive been dreaming of a time when
________to be English
________is not to be baneful
________to be standing by the flag not feeling
________shameful, racist or partial
Irish Blood, English heart
this im made of
there is no one on earth
im afraid of
and I will die
with both my hands untied
________ive been dreaming of a time when
________the English are sick to death of Labour
________and Tories
________and spit upon the name of Oliver Cromwell
________and denounce this royal line that still
________salute him / and will salute him forever
>>i dont know but somehow, i think i'll make a good Irish lad. i'll make a dangerous lad because i believe in Propoganda. i embrace it. i live it & eat it. i try to avoid the extremes but i know damn well that i exist in either one of it. who am i bluffing? and they will say im a lousy peice of shit.
darKness-ak
Thursday, October 07, 2004
tyger tyger, burning bright,
in the forests of the night;
what immortal hand or eye,
could frame thy fearful symmetry?
in what distant deeps or skies,
burnt the fire of thine eyes?
on what wings dare he aspire?
what the hand, dare seize the fire?
and what shoulder, & what art,
could twist the sinews of thy heart?
and when thy heart began to beat,
what dread hand? & what dread feet?
what the hammer? what the chain,
in what furnace was thy brain?
what the anvil? what dread grasp,
dare its deadly terrors clasp?
when the stars threw down their spears
and water’d heaven with their tears:
did he smile his work to see?
did he who made the Lamb make thee?
tyger tyger burning bright,
in the forests of the night:
what immortal hand or eye,
dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
darKness-ak
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
i guess all of us are more or less a little bit of that Great Pretender, pretending that everything is alright, as per status quo, and we should stick to our current roles. but then, out of the blue, something unpredictable happens. the music in the background comes on, and you know that there isn't any point pretending anymore. maybe life will be that simple if we aren't just so meddlesome.
darKness-ak
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
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Monday, October 04, 2004
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Friday, October 01, 2004
when, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
i all alone beweep my outcast state
and trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
and look upon myself and curse my fate,
wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
with what i most enjoy contented least;
yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
haply i think on thee, and then my state,
like to the lark at break of day arising
from sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
for thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
that then i scorn to change my state with kings.
behold, i tell you a mystery;
we will not all sleep, but we will all be changed -
in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye,
at the last trumpet. for the trumpet will sound,
the dead will be raised imperishable,
and we will all be changed.
for i alone will raise the darkness;
in me, i'll demand that you bespoke of your faith -
for blood against against blood, an eye for an eye.
i'll stir your words, your eternal sin consumes;
the fallen will lead, the mark appears, my curse for you.
forgive my trespassers, for the Beast will wail,
my enemies will be cut down like the -
head flax singed in its breath.
my enemies will eat the crimson coals
of thy wrath - your rest will forever
be in lack
MYSTERY
BABYLON THE GREAT
THE MOTHER OF PROSTITUTES
AND OF THE ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH.
i saw that the woman was drunk with the blood of the saints,
the blood of those who bore testimony to Jesus.
mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champaign on ice
and she said "we are all just prisoners here of our own device"
in the masters chambers they're gathered for the feast
they stab it with their steely knifes
but they just can't kill the beast
last thing i remember, i was runnin' for the door
i had to find the passage back to the place i was before
"Good night" said the night man "we are programmed to receive
you can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave"
"stolen waters are sweet,
and bread eaten in secret is pleasant."
but he knoweth not that the dead are there;
and that her guests are in the depths of hell.
darKness-ak
