Monday, March 23, 2009

Chain Of Thought

Frozen

#5 I like to take out my goggles and take a deep breath and sit underwater as long as i can, eyes open, watching the ripples above me and thinking. It calms me.

I woke dreaming we had broke
Dreaming you left me for someone new,


If you broke down every day into a memory, every memory into a moment, every moment into a second, and carefully watched it while time crawls by slowly, and for that split second, you remembered those bubbles. Bubbles that were captured in a heartbeat; perhaps a single bubble your little eye spied, particularly shiny, particularly round. Or because it reminded you of that scene in a movie, the drowning of Anne Lively in Minority Report; Maybe you wonder if this is the last thing you would ever see if you drowned. And perhaps the air in that bubble was once breathed in by your ancestors, maybe by Hitler (Is insanity airbourne), maybe even Jesus. And was that breath air the very first bit of air when God created the world? And you wonder if She breathed in that breath of air too; and the oxygen that runs through her veins, through her mind (Was she thinking of you?); into her heart (Were you in her heart?) and pumped right back into her lungs and exhaled and

now you're out of breath and you kick and you squirm and you surface for air, and forget. And forget about what you thought about; take a deep breath, diving back underwater to swim and suddenly the bubbles are just little things holding precious air to keep you alive.


But this is the way I need to wake
I'll wake to you, and you never left me
All that I dreamt had been untrue
Open my eyes I see sky

EDIT: To round it off i quote:

"Feast on life while the diner is open, for tomorrow, it is converted into a Starbucks."
...
"I don't want to worry about life, the afterlife is more fun. You get to play squash with Albert Einstien"

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

I Quote;

What's The Rush

The smoking christian 1

"we hear about him in school from time to time, we don’t really know him."

It's about time i got a wake up call like that. I don't mind a little help too.

#4 I'm a pessimist with an optimistic outlook. How that works out, I can't explain, but its just like that.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Passing Time On Plastic Horses

Passing Time On Plastic Horses (Oh The Bright Lights)

#3 Sometimes I can be really frank and straight to the point when the situation calls for it. My honest opinion does not shake you up; it punches you in the face.

You know IB is taking a toll on you when you wake up with your hand cupped around mouth with an imaginary phone at your ear and you're mumbling "I'm sorry, I can't be bought."

Thankfully its just her asking if i had a barcode number. Or else it would have sounded as though the devil was making a deal with me:

Devil: How about your soul for total release from the horrors of IB!

Me: (Mumbles) Hm?

Devil: No EE! No world lits! You won't have to sit for the dreaded exams in November!

Me: (Sudden realisation) Be gone you piece of satanic f***!!

Devil: I could throw in a gauranteed 45 points~

Me: ...

Me: I'm sorry I can't be bought.

Although IB is hell, it can't beat actual hell. No?

Strangely, i was attempting to cover up the fact that I was talking on the phone when my dad came in, which was an utter failure. I got a feeling I was mumbling something along the lines of "ByeIgottago,dad'shere,callyoubacksoon!" and jabbing the imaginary hang up key in an obviously futile manner while staring blankly at the 'handphone' in my hand.

Maybe there was something in the cookies mom baked last night.

Or maybe I'm just going mad.

"Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage" - Ray Bradbury