December 2009
57 posts
goodbye fantastic images!
it seemed like such a beautiful place from afar,
until one day i went and saw how miserable things really are,
all fantastic images they only are apparent,
beauty was the allure that brought me close to you,
loneliness was the bond that made me stick like glue,
i don’t have a thing against fantasy,
but to chase it down just don’t make sense to me.
i am a clone. i dwell in silence.
i am a clone. i dwell in silence.
i am a clone. i dwell in silence.
i am a clone. i dwell in silence.
“beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll, charms strike the sight but merit...”
“when it comes to the future, there are three kinds of people. those who let it...”
“it’s surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the...”
whisper in time
all those stories that my dad told me,
they are just a whisper in time.
all those things that never came to be,
they are just a whisper in time.
“i’m always fascinated by the way memory diffuses fact.”
“i like living. i have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable,...”
– agatha christie
“a genuine tattoo is like telling a story. if its not, then it’s just there...”
all people dream, but not equally.
those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.
but the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
for they dream their dreams with open eyes,
and make them come true.
“a tattoo is a true poetic creation, and is always more than meets the eye”
ink to paper is thoughtful,
ink to flesh, hard-core.
if shakespeare were a tattooist,
we’d appreciate body art more.
