You are a muse.


What legend are you?. Take the Legendary Being Quiz by Paradox

calliope of epic poetry, clio of history, euterpe of lyric poetry, melpomene of tragedy, terpischore of choral dance and song, erato of love poetry, polyhymnia of sacred poetry, uranus of astronomy adn thalia of comedy. one day i shall memorise all this.

if you’re bored pak, go and study.

which i shall, at 1 am in the morning.

Karma Police

Arrest this man

He talks in maths

He buzzes like a fridge

He’s like a detuned radio

Karma Police

Arrest this girl

Her Hitler hairdo

Is making me feel ill

And we have crashed her party

This is what you get

This is what you get

This is what you get

When you mess with us

Karma Police

I’ve given all that I can

It’s not enough

I’ve given all that I can

But we’re still on the payroll

This is what you get

This is what you get

This is what you get

When you mess with us

For a minute there

I lost myself, I lost myself

Phew for a minute there

I lost myself, I lost myself

Karma Police – Radiohead

thom yorke.

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(i would like to think its me but its not.)

not thom yorke silly.

i was talking to a moth

the other evening

he was trying to break into

an electric light bulb

and fry himself on the wires

why do you fellows

pull this stunt i asked him

because it is the conventional

thing for moths or why

if that had been an uncovered

candle instead of an electric

light bulb you would

now be a small unsightly cinder

have you no sense

plenty of it he answered

but at times we get tired

of using it

we get bored with the routine

and crave beauty

and excitement

fire is beautiful

and we know that if we get

too close it will kill us

but what does that matter

it is better to be happy

for a moment

and be burned up with beauty

than to live a long time

and be bored all the while

so we wad all our life up

into one little roll

and then we shoot the roll

that is what life is for

it is better to be a part of beauty

for one instant and then cease to

exist than to exist forever

and never be a part of beauty

our attitude toward life

is come easy go easy

we are like human beings

used to be before they became

too civilized to enjoy themselves

and before i could argue him

out of his philosophy

he went and immolated himself

on a patent cigar lighter

i do not agree with him

myself i would rather have

half the happiness and twice

the longevity

but at the same time i wish

there was something i wanted

as badly as he wanted to fry himself

archy

the lesson of the moth – Don Marquis, in “archy and mehitabel,” 1927

this is a poem btw.

You are 16 tons. You weigh a lot and we are sad
because you are not so nice. In fact, you don’t
like us. At all. *suppresses sob* I have to
go… wax my piano… *runs off sobbing*

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the brevity of human life; and it’s so surreal, two hours i got word that the student councilor who brought me around school while i was sec one (a long time ago in a place not too far away) had passed away during army trging; and i had last seen him breathing, living laughing during a basketball match earlier in the year.

it has been a torrid week. tgf.

friendship, like love, is a covenant between two individuals. there may be no state laws like marriage to bind friends together as there are to bind couples, but the silent understanding is there in any strong friendship. so it’s a two-way effort, maintaining one. and if the other party hasn’t been keeping up his/her end of things, then it will make no difference whatsoever however hard I try, and perhaps it’s time to let go gracefully and acknowledge the divorce. – cuifen.

she writes with such an amazing sense of clarity and lucidity that all i can really do is to sit back and think “yes, that is precisely what i feel!“

and the past few days have been ones of solitude and pretence, of words and soul (lessness?). i spend countless hours online these days, more so than before, combing through words words and words and the every little bit of soul attached to every black pixel formed on my screen. and when i switch the monitor off, all i would see is a black figure hunched across the keyboard, staring back at me with black souless eyes.

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these days (past two days) have been spent watching friends, superfriends and wuxia friends on the television; and the single advertisement that would catch my eye more than kristin kreuk would be that one mobile ad, a man staring at a girl as she leaves the cafe, taking photographs as she traces her path and sending it to him. its not entirely original but it was so amelie-ish that it just caught my heart.

i have to so watch that show again.

I keep going round and round on the same old circuit

A wire travels underground to a vacant lot

… something I can’t see interrupts the current

And shrinks the picture down to a tiny dot

And from behind the screen it can look so perfect

But it’s not

So here I’m sitting in my car at the same old stop light

I keep waiting for a change but I don’t know what

So red turns into green turning into yellow

But I’m just frozen here in the same old spot

And all I have to do is to press the pedal

But I’m not

People are tricky you can’t afford to show

Anything risky anything they don’t know

The moment you try – … kiss it goodbye

So baby kiss me like a drug, like a respirator

And let me fall into the dream of the astronaut

For I’ll get lost in space that goes on forever

And you… just an afterthought

And I’ll believe it’s you could make it better

Though it’s not

No it’s not

No it’s not…

It’s Not – Aimee Mann

listen to this after the moth.

argh she’s so good!

Lost in space

A bubble drifting

Into a place

Where planets shift and

The moon’s erased

Its features lift in the glare

But I’m the stuff

Of happy endings

Though mostly bluff

Belief suspending

But close enough

For just pretending to care

And I’m pretending to care

When I’m not even there

Gone, but I don’t know where

Well, she’s the face

And I’m the double

Who keeps the pace

And clears the rubble

And, lost in space

Fills up the bubble with air

By just pretending to care

Like I’m not even there

Gone, but I don’t know where

You split like a cell

And then cannot tell

The line from its parallel

So baby, beware

I’m just pretending to care

Like I’m not even there

Gone, but I don’t know where

Gone, but I don’t know where

Gone, but I don’t know where

Lost in Space – Aimee Mann