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Thursday, April 06, 2006
i was about 1 meter away from the clouds, and i eagerly looked for more stars. i saw some. i was high above. then i realized. no matter how high or low you maybe be, all the stars seem the same. they almost look the same. despite their sterling glow, they remain, simpy, as little white dots in the sky. sometimes we do stupid things. stupid things such as this and that. clincher. we do these stupid things knowing that we're actually doing them. they are stupid, but, we do them. redundant. we actually use each other. i guess. but its funny. yes it is. stupid or not, like stars, whatever the premise, stupid things remain stupid, sane, drunk or not, they are stupid. that's always how it is. quick conclusions. so i guess that makes us stars then, we're the same. me, i, em, i, you, ouy. that's just me talking.
then i suddenly find myself amongst modernity. probably at its best. there are a ream of stars way above. but that least concerns me. i try again, just like the last time, to look for a yellow lampost. unlike the first time around, i see none. what i see is a wide array of colors, always shiftng, always changing, always beautiful, always perfect. always. always. always. all the time. i refuse to accept the fact that this is what perfect is. all the time? no, perfection does not lie in the time span spent on keeping everything perfect, but, what i think, the little things, the gradual things are those that actually comprise perfection, just like, let say. the stars. remember? all the smog. but i, you, found one. thanks. really, thanks. now, that's perfect. its not seeing everything to be at place at once, its the gradual process. there will be no basis for perfection if everything was fine. maybe, i saw perfection beyond what truly, is perfect. im not overseeing things. this is how ive been thinking all the while. this is materialized after years of fasteners, folders and scabs(?). it's not your obligation. i know it's not. here, let me tell you something... i won't say perfection. i don't see perfection. but behind all that, i hope, i think, i know, perfect just lies, in being be here now, but way beyond be here then. oasis is god. you're crazy. but it's okay. it will always be. don't be scared.
i see, you see, me, em. the same things? oasis bonanza baby. you're really creeping me out. i am crazy, rememeber? live forever.
perfect will not end here, now or then.
"there is a wall that ruuuns right through me"- kreuzberg, bloc party
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