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Friday, December 23, 2005
langit-lupa-sinong taya?
did you remember? i did. fcuk the smooth song, the champagne supernova song and the candy shop song. but i like them except the last one at least. can coordination and smoothness just please die and do us all a favor. (wow, so much pent up angst. arg)
dig it up in your brain. you know what im talking about. remember the cold floor? the misty door? how about the strong tunes that rocked the walls? start remembering. do you remember the tears? do you remember the endless winding road? the stick that you carried as you pranced? then came probably a call. then the spool or crimson. i remember. crimson was the color of the day. all of this was just destined to go up in smoke. *poof*
how can you forget. i know i didn't. remember the explosion? remember the crumbling rocks that tumbled upon the bedside? remember the rough beginnings of that so-called life. (this one makes me laugh) remember the broken words? all those broken chords of melody? remember the shattered piece of music that you once orchestrated?
and of course comes the dirge. the road twisted to the dark sunset, allowing the night to envelope the mutilated corpse. (much much angst kept pent up) dying was something you did not ask for but you wanted to away. dead people are at peace, either superficially or spiritually.
you were ready for the burial. do you remember the first few grains of soil that graced your coffin? then came the tumbles of earth that housed you till God knows only when.
then came dark mornings and sunny nights. stop. sunny mornings and dark nights.
be real. be yourself.
be angsty. be cool. loser.
squared. circled. whatever.
ha. you're it. one last time.
forgive this entry.
"there is a wall that ruuuns right through me"- kreuzberg, bloc party
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