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of rushed words and hushed thirsts
mellowman

the wave, the surge

Some call it love and some call it sex.
opposites.
Call it what you want, but with one touch and you’re gone, so call in sick.
Human politics, from whispered hushes and distant crushes.
Mental fits breakin’ pencil tips and
inkin’ brushes.
Simple rushes.
God makes man and this is the devil's finishing touches.
- Butterfly Effect -

alfresco

beat, rhythm
questions, answers

movements



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Friday, July 22, 2011

so, here i am, attempting to fulfill the things i've promised myself to do. write whatever comes to mind. right now, it's facebook.

facebook, a place to socialize yadda yadda yadda. for me though, it's like my weird collection of songs that i have stored in my laptop. they're there for me to listen to, but i never really do. sometimes i feel like deleting the songs i barely connect to anymore, but somehow, they still make the list of thousands of songs that i keep. that tiny voice in my head will always tell me, you know, you might need them in the future.

facebook, with all these strangers adding me, automatically labeling them as my 'friends'. funny, considering i would never talk to them in a million years. facebook is also the medium where we stay connected. here, it means if you ever need that guy who you met 3 years ago at a convention, you would still be able to find him even though you've never made an effort to ask how he was for the past few years. that's staying connected through facebook.

i had this bright idea today, to post hi on everyone's wall just to catch them offguard, to actually make friends and not just stalk their profile once in a while. it would be fun, it would be interesting, but i just don't have the guts to do it.

i read something on tumblr that young writers shouldn't try so hard to decorate their prose but approach styles of writing with the utmost simplicity, with the greatest minimalistic tendencies. so i'm trying to just write, and write, and write. and not worry about what it will result to, but to just enjoy it all.


12:58 PM