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[May. 9th, 2012|12:51 am] |
thank you god, for being kind on my heart tonight.. didn't think i could stand anymore shelling..
amen.
wow. you really have an awesomely wicked and twisted sense of humour. Carthasis. |
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[Apr. 18th, 2012|03:39 pm] |
goodbye shiuan. you're disappearing again. paper thin. |
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| You're in my veins. |
[Mar. 2nd, 2012|04:15 pm] |
Cleaning you out of my system.. Cleansing process is like a tumble 'n' dry washing machine. With extra strength 'deter'gent. |
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| ironies and contradictions. |
[Feb. 20th, 2012|12:35 am] |
It's weird how i try so hard to be useful to me, to make something out of myself. to be involved in the illustration community, just so that i guess when i am alone or failing once again in romance, feeling lonely and sorry for myself and unwanted, i can say it's ok, i have my own career and life going. i don't live for anybody.
but what do you do when you are torn between pursuing this dream of becoming successful so that you feel less useless-and less bad about being unwanted and forgotten, and giving that up for a potentially good relationship.
it's like trying your best for the back-up plan, by giving up the potential of a success in Plan A. |
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| Pantone 2767c. |
[Feb. 7th, 2012|05:12 am] |
Witching hours and their colours, my late nights chooses their tortures. the silence and internal noises, enveloping these passing strangers.
the clock and it's twitching madness, in beat with the rambling restlessness. torching the voices a cobalt shade, that jarring nibbling heat wouldn't dissipate.
between the tricky jerk of the physic, the pen and the keyboard keys i pick. but painting is not helping the soulful scream, productiveness contradicting it's very dream.
at this time of the day i choose my tones, a palette of rocks, pebbles and pallid stones. and my brush exudes shades of dusty hues, a sickly disturbing shade of midnight blues. |
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