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I love that pretentious shiz where you tumblr and listen to indie music and wear ohmazing clothes all day reading Kafka and philosophy like that. But half the time real life catches up with me and YES i do listen to indie music and tumblr and wear shirts as dresses but I also wanna learn how to rap and play chess and wake up early. I know, I'm indecisive like that, yo. Life's pretty boring and amazeballs, making me confused and sleepy half the time, but I party well awake at three in the morning 'cause that's how I live. Oh, did i mention, I happen to love curry mee? And pop culture references are awesometastic.




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Tuesday, July 21, 2009 @ 6:31 AM

I hate cliches and I'm not about to write a long post with carefully veiled details about you. I'm not about to tell the world how I'm misery personified, and it's not your fault. I'm sorry, I know it's a bit too late. This time, nothing can be the same? Oh, I'm starting to sound like a Harry Potter Movie Trailer. I mean, someone STOP ME. I'm rambling again. =D
Oh, you know I despise it when people go on and on and on about some guy and in the end you don't figure what they are talking about and/or who the person they've been going on a ramble spree IS. Which makes all the sense in the world. And that is WHY, dear readers, on my concern for your welfare and reading pleasure, I am not going to do that. Didn't I just say, it's utterly boring?

Poetry

HE WAS JEALOUS ANNA AKHMATOVA

He was jealous, worried and tender,
Like God's sun he loved me.
He killed my white bird
to stop it singing of the past.

Coming into the room at sunset, he said:
"Love me, laugh, write poetry!"
I buried the happy bird
beyond the round well near the old alder tree.

I promised him not to cry
But my heart turned to stone,
and it seems like always, and everywhere,
I will hear its sweet voice.

i promise i'll be less melancholic next time round.

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