Tuesday, February 28, 2006
so ya, show's over, i'm over, but i'm hibernating for now. i don't like to be thought of as an onion. like why pple must cry if they start peeling me? huh.. i that bad meh haha. i like to be thought of as a poem, hur hur ego me but wait, give me leave to explain. Poems are short, sweet and succinct. tactile words are concised and condensed and packed into neat lines of rhythm and rhyme. you think you've got it down pat, hence the need to distill. i won't even say unpack, because it implies boxes. poems are fluid and bountiful, drip drip like a leaky tap, akin to peeling the layers of an onion but in this case i choose to call it distillation, more slippery and less tangible than onion skins but so so much more inside no?
as i said in one of my recent posts, here sense of insecurities pinpricks my heart, their not much, but their deadly accurate. like what if one peels off the layers and finds something morbidly frank and grotesque underneath it all.. pseudo goth, the fragmented representation of the fragmented reality we live in which shows us the insanity and irrational madness that snakes in all of us. i'm not saying i'm mad. like i said, a friend pointed the finger at me recently because i kept messing up the directions in ultimate frisbee. it wasn't deliberate. i'm just saying sometimes i'm inept like that. ineffectual, useless, gawky, boorish and utterly a wreck most of the time.
start peeling then, i hope you like what you discover. not that i espouse to be oh so much shady-er than "lesser mortals" (God forbid) anyway. i don't have much doors to open anyway, just perhaps this one big door of a wardrobe into narnia land. Joyce Lim unzipped at 2:14 PM with 1 comments
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i'd peel you if you'd let me ;)
keke jus kidding. so where does your door lead to man
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keke jus kidding. so where does your door lead to man
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