Porcelain Problem

A problem is a problem. It could be a very rare porcelain vase, a delightful love affair that no longer makes any sense, or a course of action that we should abandon but which we insist on continuing because it brings us comfort.

There is only one way to deal with a problem: attack it head on. At such moments, one cannot feel pity nor be diverted by the fascination inherent in any conflict.

The problem with my coffee

The problem with my coffee is that it has too little milk and too much hope. But this can easily be fixed, all you need is a cow. Why are most ideas so short lived? perhaps because on the grand time line they can not find themselves. The insignificance of our time in this world's time is ridiculous. It is as if we never set foot here.

Yet every moment that we live lasts for an eternity.

I want to stick my tongue out to the world and hold up two fingers but not the middle or ring :p

ostentatious adolescent displays

Here I am again, sitting in the first floor silent room in the library, next to a window that is showcasing grey ominous clouds above and beyond the horizon of Leeds. It is quite good actually but a tad bit cold for me. What i'd love to do right now is cross my arms on the table and put my head down and go out for a few hours. Ah the simple joys of life. Life is not complicated though its just too much work without much gain.

I should keep my rosary with me. I've never kept it with me, it looks good and i'm sure it'll feel good to have it on me. My intentions for doing so are still muddled, you see there might be a slight religious inclination but then the things my mind wants makes it all trivial.

A draft just blew, it was cold. Why is it grey in the middle of may? I want to live in the world of Zamyatin. I really don't know how it would be but the whispers there would really be louder than shouts.

Got sidetracked there for a bit. Not here on the blog, but in real life. I think i'm still going pretty much in a straight line here. By the way you should also listen to "Martha's dream" by Nick Cave and Warren Ellis, very haunting but true. How would it feel to head but a Bengal tiger and then run away.

The last two posts were from the past, not very distant yet an eternity away now. My memories are never linear, they exist in a jumbled 4-dimension world of their own. It definitely is chilly today.

As for the rest of you folk there will be another post later that will be from the past. and No, I can't find my past without knowing my future. adios.

Shadow of snow

Realtors and mini hot dogs and fun fairs and tales of love, hate and friendship all played out on the new and improved google nexus one.

What a wonderful world we are building, devoid of effort and patience, cemented with instant gratification and hollow promises of satisfaction.

Everyone wants to be happy but no one wants to do stuff that makes them happy. We are all running in the pursuit of plastic barbie doll happiness and 4 quasi beliefs.

Oh! and mine's better than yours and much more correct too (in my mind)!

Mondays are moody and this one is depressing . I want to loose some stuff and not find it again. So much for putting my face in someone's arms and crying cause she can never be your woman.

When I saw my reflection yesterday it was playing in snow with other children.

Do you ever wonder

Do you ever wonder what it is all about?

You get up in the morning and think what is it all about?

All your life you try to earn money and then you die, there must be something more to this life!

And you see, there is an answer to all that but when you know it you won't be here!!

Too many shallow people in this world.

{listen to "The devil made me do it BY Thunder"}

Aha! we do get hormonal once a month. Just before the crown reaches its peak moon. but the timing is random at best. and i'd invite you to come and check but I don't know what to look for.

Yes!

Yes! people have observed this phenomenon in the past, however most usually attribute it to my malfunctioning brain. It might have to do something with some rancid milk I drank last night. I didn't know it was rancid, she was just very old.