p.e.s.c.a.t.o.r.e

é.t.r.a.n.g.e

I can prove at any time that my education tried to make another person out of me than the one I became.

It is for the harm, therefore, that my educators could have done me in accordance with their intentions that I reproach them; I demand from their hands the person I now am, and since they cannot give him to me, I make of my reproach and laughter a drumbeat sounding in the world beyond.

- Czech novelist Franz Kafka (1883-1924)

s.y.n.c.h.r.o.n.i.c.i.t.y

updates

22.07.04 - carousel of activities, losing sense and logic. were you grieving for nothing at all? if you mean what you've said, you shouldn't be crying any longer.

05.05.04 - i saw a pair of upturned wings. || ... alright. it's a dead bird, and i shouldn't be romanticizing it any further.

01.05.04 - the night of dreams. several things happened: the EU got bigger. the initial ideas for reviving Cosfest were born.

Lundi, Mai 17, 2004 10:16

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[current plug: theme.from.prince.of.tennis || you've got game (instrumental)]

what then did you expect when you unbound the gag that muted those black mouths?

that they would chant your praises?

did you think that when those heads that our fathers had forcibly bowed down to the ground were raised again, you would find adoration in their eyes? - Jean-Paul Sartre

put the wrinkles on your hands together. you know.

soc.chst.yuuky.froid +> sociopath

"... hisashiburi."

early mornings are good. anyway, i was up all night, doing nothing while somehow managing to lose consciousness for a couple of hours. weird for a person who's in a protracted, futile rebellion against the sleep spirit.

sometimes iced coffee helps. especially when the instant coffee powder cakes around the icecubes instead of dissolving into the water.

my life is a weirdity in itself. let's talk about dreams instead.

do you believe in spirits?

i saw it again: inexplicably appearing in the hiatus from the computer, it was in blue. how could it have been so clear, yet complex at the same time. i've heard you before.

sometimes those dreams turn to nightmares. thankfully it didn't have time to do so last night.

"do you believe in spirits?"

"... sayonara."

the color scheme for my blog usually reflect the mood i'm in. and, i've decided to do away with the tagboard, for the reasons as follows:

a) hardly anyone tags it. it's lonely sometimes, you know. well... loneliness is something that ought not to exist in a happy world like ours. so, it should die, and hence - like the general idea of loneliness, it should be forgotten.

b) tags on it doesn't necessarily correspond to the gist of the entries. i despise having to put on a false visage of myself, especially on something as peripheral as that.

c) i hope to be happier when i access my inbox more often.

please send your love: yukioori@yahoo.com

site: would there ever be matters of consequence greater than the impending death of a rose in a star millions of miles away?

- adjourned. -