September 2009
4 posts
the hilarity of facebook sincerity.
Heart felt emotions slung against a white backboard of falsities in black lettering?
I love yous scribbled so profoundly && I miss yous so delicately placed.
The world is just a stage, and more importantly facebook is just a microcosm of theatrical dramatics. We display what we want people to see and react to, alas, that’s what stages are for.
We are all trained to put on an...
indeed, a tragic case of a plagued mind.
it’s the laughable irony of the judgmental heart, alas, i know you are tragically wrong. to each his own. && last but not least, before you point your fingers make sure your hands are clean. to those who find themselves audacious enough, you should, first, at least find yourself knowledgeable. a plague of ignorance, so flagrant in it’s wrongness. in some strange, fucked up...
Hello, my name is.
It’s poetic. It’s an abstract view of a mundane phrase. It’s art. It’s real. You never retain it. You need repetition, you need a face, a scent, a smell, a memory, an image, a longing, a care just to absorb. Otherwise, it’s just hello. And on that note, hello is repugnant. It’s a hollow word, a shell with no meaning, expressionless, you can say it to anyone,...
