some UnsungLoves from my brief life
A serialised novel, dhigu silsilaa vaahakaeh. hiyaalee folaeh.
I follow him
I follow him,
once I knew why.
At least, I recall a reason or two.
Now it’s just habit.
simultaneous dreams
i want to be on a highway.. rob banks. enter a town… watch the neon lights… smoky bars sleep in a motel watch latenight show in bed half empty bottles of whisky smell of the carpet stains on the white sheet from the last...
In Between.
Your travels haven't been kind or comfortable. I can tell. You are tired, wherever you go you are left stranded, stuck with so much love inside you and noone to give it to. I wouldn't know what to do with it either. I still...
Whole, Whole, Half.
It is continuous and flowing, he said. a constant, this state. A highway stretching out as far as the eye can see Earlier he had sat lost in reverie at the beauty of the spaces decorating the landscape rather than the landmarks. "Look" he...
(gaumu) x [gaumu] x #gaumu
#gaumee vaahakavaahakavaahaka x footnote: Hae Hae - Bey, Toy, Ziya & Rydey: A critical review and analysis via Mirus Daily
Drugs, bats and the banyan tree
I have to call my dealer. I don’t want to but my girlfriend’s going mental. The drug’s got such a big hold on her. It’s meant to be harmless isn’t it, marijuana? But looking at her, the anger on her tiny face, the desperation...
Tonight's Epilogue
"Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines..." - Pablo Neruda -...
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You're running through dusty streets of Baghdad Tumbling down red sand The distant prayer calling for your survival Distinct echoes of your footsteps A hymn of bare skin and dirt Asking for nothing but forgiveness
Dreams (or other people suck)
“There is a kind of place that you can access only in dreams,” he says. “It is vicious, unhinged, formless horrors scudding back and forth across an impenetrable sky.” He sips from a cup of tea and lights a cigarette. “Sometimes they touch the...
White
We sat in a room of white, of depressed paint, of peeled plaster. We sat in a room of white, waist deep in nostalgia and yellow bile. We sat in a room of white; the crimson possibility of death incarnadined on our sore wrists....
I HEART CIGARETTES
When my mother was seventeen she was pregnant with me and she smoked an awful lot of cigarettes. I think this has affected me. Ever since I came of age, I’ve craved endless cigarettes, All kinds; regulars. lights. Cigarettes with menthol. Fruit flavored. Nutty. It’s...