sweet defeat

Conquer me I beg of you
Thrash me
Till I’m black and blue
But stubborn
You’d rather wait
Till black turns blue
So I wait
From disinterested heights
The moon and the stars
For witnesses
Won’t pine for you
Thus I will catch you
Unawares
And you shall defeat me
I go far away
Will not bother you
Return, find myself
It’s like I never left
You, still unmoved
I wait
Alone in the entire world
Oh boisterous cricket
Where art thou?!
Where?
Man-made beasts
Are all I hear
(with legally-asleep handlers)
You refuse
Now I apologize
For all the times
I tried to beat you
For I don’t know better
But please
For this one time
To overpower me I need you
For whom else can I trust to deal
So thorough a blow?
Take pity on me
I am yours for the taking
Body and soul
Like that Billie Holiday song
Don’t hold your breath
Like I’ve held mine
To creep up on you
When you see me exposed
The many sides
Tired
Stumped
How to get through to you
Or the other way round
Time passes
I mourn the losses
The losses that could have been
So refractory an enemy
A friend
Who worse than you
To snub a sacrifice laid?
A sacrifice which pleads
“Receive me now
Take me into your arms”
Thus to re-offer itself tomorrow

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Surrealism

Joan Miró - The Tilled Field

terrible cook

It’s official -I really suck at cooking! Nearly three years on the grind and, for every “successful” plate, I keep producing ten X-rated ones; and I don’t mean that in a good way. Peanut butter and jelly sandwich is supposed to be easy, right? Wrong! Even that, I keep pairing similar-faced slices of bread.

This one was lucky to have escaped:

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Ayit wetmed

Sharing an email from my room mate.

***BREAKING NEWS***

The little bloody wanker which terrorized our flat has been assassinated by the DEVIL trap. The body was found this morning by the side of the closet in my room where the trap was set. In the past the rat has been repeatedly seen in this area jaywalking and giving the individual living in that room a tiny little middle finger every time it passed by.

It is believed that the devil trap went off at around 4:38am (as i almost uncontrollably shit my pants when i heard the noise in the pitch darkness!) striking the wanker’s head while eating the bait – which was a bacon strip. The Devil’s trap smashed the wankers head with extreme “WACK” that it actually bent and almost managed to decapitate the little fucker’s head.(yukkkkk).

Clean up completed and the body has been dumped.

**** END OF MESSAGE***

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