Somehoo

His japanese puzzled face was somehow reflecting his indifference to being among the existentialist writers listed by Wikipedia. I looked at my table calender, the number 23 was somehow looking little bloated among the other numbers between 1 and 31 listed under March 2009.
A friend of mine said the other day that the next big war would start between India and Pakistan which made me think on how much we humans love predicting things. Is hope a kind of predicting, in disguise? Maybe... Hope somehow sounds far more innocent than predicting to me.
Today I will try to learn swimming once again, accumulated water somehow looks scary to me.

I cherished thee

The train has
gone
leaving thee
one more sparrow
fell
dead skinny
from the oldest tree
on thee
one more scarf
covered
black
the rose bud's head
dried
waiting for thee
and moaning
and I
heard
time the grey
hair
reminding me
to forget thee
love where were thee
the train has
gone
leaving thee

Home after a friends' gathering

"To meet modest people is like finding needles in a hayloft these days." (The lilac perfume she just sprayed on her wrists and neck filled the bedroom slowly) "They should read more of Russian classics to watch the parades of crippled personalities so that they would know better what not to do/say in public, I ain't meeting those on their high horses again! "

"I think social etiquette should be taught in schools, apparently most parents fail in doing that." (He mumbled in the bathroom brushing his teeth and thinking for how long he would kiss that wise-mouth, now repining in front of the mirror chiffonnier, nonstop)

The Angel's Visit - serotonin, dopamine and norepinephrine

"What can I do for you sir" asked the white shadow bending his upper body forward slightly with his right palm placed on the left side of his chest where his heart beats.

"I lost my daisy farm, have you seen it somewhere here?" answered the mirror. "I checked all the meadows in the north and south and west and east"

The white shadow removed the black band that was tied around the mirror's eyes. "Now show your eyes to the light sir" he whispered and picked a daisy. The mirror watched him disappear after smelling the daisy and putting it under his left collar.


http://radioblogclub.com/open/147609/lovely_head/Goldfrapp_-_Lovely_Head

Inner Dialog

Live half a portion
get the pleasure of full portion
she said
and added: if you dont prefer it
the other way around.
Right but
how can I smell lilies in the air
and hear melodies
of laughters echoing
when Azrael is so upset
being exposed every hour
on bbc and aljazeera,
I asked


http://radioblogclub.com/open/110361/cat_power/Cat_Power_-_The_Greatest

http://radioblogclub.com/open/36163/peyroux/Madeleine_Peyroux_-_Dance_me_to_the_end_of_love

http://radioblogclub.com/open/39768/heaven_gonna_burn_your_eyes/Thievery_Corporation_-_Heaven_s_Gonna_Burn_Your_Eyes

Here comes the 29th wagon of the train, don't know how many are left

http://radioblogclub.com/open/97811/last_train_to_wherever/Telepopmusik_-_Last_Train_to_Wherever

http://radioblogclub.com/open/92028/how_to_disappear_completely/Radiohead_-_How_to_disappear_completely

Dizzy Frisbee

"Less is more" flies out from Ludwig Rohe's* mouth along with the smoke of his big cigar, probably this aphorism did not apply to the size of his cigars, but never mind, I thankfully use this quote very often. Then, "what the bleep do we know?"** echoes from a handful of quantum physicians who seem to know a lot, I still dont know how I feel about this whole thing...The definition of Cyclothymia dances in front of my eyes, Joe Cocker starts singing: You can leave your hat on...Am I high? No, I just got a little problem here disciplining my thoughts. They are like naughty kids swirling in my mind, really fast and careless sometimes...I guess I need an invisible whip!


* http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ludwig_Mies_van_der_Rohe

** http://www.unomaha.edu/jrf/vol10no1/Reviews/Bleep.htm