Then it comes a time when contemplation is not that of what's to come, but of what hasn't been done. I thought of a once was, of a what could have been, but like time, who has yet to give more of himself to man, I am kept to the two unforgiving hands. I now understand true solitude, graced only by acceptence. I have my choice, now what say you?

Centre stage, the angular spot is at 70%.
Back lit; the actor is silouette only of the face.

Back-combed hair, the Versace suit is left to represent in the silence; his silver dress-watch glisters in the mellow yellow filtered light. His polished shoes a great symbol of upkeep.

He prepares to speak, his mouth ajar. But he heaves a sigh and bites his lower lip like a woman in contemplation; not your preferred look.

The first impressions.

Grey clouds and dark skies, she weeps, uncertain and reluctant. Contorted beliefs of the sorrows swept away.

These people, they look worried; self-amused. They bother too much, too vigorous, too disturbed. It's a beautiful lie, it truely is, as they struggle in the search of happiness. Shakespeare would be sad.

How not do we try for a temporal bliss? Let's get lifted.

Acceleration of sound; the divine intervention. Parished are the hopeful predicaments.

The premeditated decisions are all but shadowed phantoms now.

One hell of a week, more than just a rollercoaster ride. Even Momento's elaborated plot of complexity stand no where near.

Secrets unwound; thrashed out like a rubbish thief ravages for his food. The insanity of it all is that it's been dragged 5 years. Now i can't seem to comprehend let alone poof a solution to answer.

Reminsce of the past decided on his visits once again, and the toll has brimmed. The freedom I once had and abused. I miss the good ol' days like a man in cowboy's hat; sunk in his wooden chair, rockin' to the amber sunset past a vast plain of sand.

Exploited, what should I think?

The distrust; the deaf man watches a puppet scene. The melbourne shuffler.

I seek refuge once again, my cover has been blown; my facade shattered by eagle's eye and the serpent's tongue. What was once now is, my euphoria a strict discipline of habit.

There is a little boy past the glaze of a mirror, reflection of what bliss ignorance brings. The sorry world; he stands proud with a litted cigarette in his mouth. Inhale, exhale, inhale again. Death is of no consequence, he has chosen and decided. Life is but just an excuse of an option. Bring back the little boy's chocolate bar.

Blissful months, a harmless blink of the eye, 9 months have breezed by and the tarnished frame of the parished mine.

Liberation is all but 14 months apart. I'm counting down like Robinson Crueso. I'm back to stay, back to commit to the prose.

And sometimes I remember and remind myself, we are all truly fucked up.

Oh but not me, most certainly not me.
Cause I'd be too much of a saint to think I am like everyone else.

Okay, so fuck yeah!

I've contemplated of my reasons to pinning my all-too-awaited thoughts. There isn't a certain need, neither is there a cause to have one. But what is, is it's indescribable relief of the mind.

I'm pretty much in too much of a daze to even construct a blog-piece ffs. I need money, which kinda means work, which really is too much of a chore; too troublesome. But I still need money, gambling doesn't seem to be working its charm on my investments; gravely sad indeed. So that leaves...collecting money, a hefty sum I should be looking at, well at least enough to last a couple of months till Uncle Lee decides to charge me with unpatriotic acts of freedom in his country. And then I really wonder what's next.

So fuck yeah! Aspirations and dreams are gonna be challenged soon. Luxurious life versus the inescapable reality of how to achieve such greatness of living.

I will make it rich, make it known...and most certainly not dread my life no longer.

Kudos my dim-witted schizophrenic other-half, cause again, FUCK YEAH!

fuck

You fucked me up, laid me on the streets.
You muted the bass and arrested my breath.
You almost got me killed.

But you are nothing more than my choice that is why I still want you.