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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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Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Can't I just get married to Kakashi and get this over with.

I seriously doubt there's anyone out there who can keep up with my insanity.

lulz.



11:26 PM



I don't get the thirst for power. From an unconventional angle, it might just be your insecurities that bid you to achieve recognition, that drive you to be The Person who's seen by the world. It's as if you depend on people's acceptance of their inferiority to you for you to feel good about yourself.

Don't worry, I'll punch my card out of this office as soon as I can. You want it? You can have it.



12:50 AM



I think I'm becoming a bit meaner everytime it hurts. A child's defense mechanism, what did you expect? I don't have maturity. I embody bitterness.



12:41 AM


Sunday, September 14, 2014

But why do you apply standards only of your own to a vast number of people when we've been taught to celebrate differences? We are so occupied with bickering over the trivialities regardless of the solidarity of the core.

The only One in power to resume the position of convicting and/or vindicating His creature is The Creator Himself. He Sees all, Knows all. Your core, your shell, your sea. And He is your Anchor.

Innaka ni'mal maula wa ni'man nasir

Subhanallah.



8:45 AM


Friday, September 5, 2014

Flicker lit.
Everytime I stare at the small dots of eyes the sunray blazing shades of orange the rows of parked bicycles the way the girl stands reassuringly in her solitude that small undented smile the wind that breathes cool through her hair the fearlessness of the whole with all its pieces so full and complete.

Flicker lit, I hope to be it.



10:45 AM



My head is throbbing, but it doesn't matter because clearly I'm the one at fault.



12:45 AM