Me: How many Asian girls do you know??? Tyler: Mmmm not enough
Wednesday, 07 October 2009
There are few things more insufferable in this world than plucking an unripe fruit from its just-bending branch, tender and supple as it may seem. Feeling it yield to your fingers as you press harder and harder and harder and never stop until finally, right after the moment when the skin is toughest and almost unyielding, it gives way and you pierce it, thrusting as far as you can go with momentum. It sucks you in and maybe even holds you there as its still bitter juices drip down the sides, warm. Glass, metal, fire, flesh whatever the instrument, pulls out and realizes the mistake: this is not for the taking, not in its prime yet, and discards the used fruit under the now not bending branch to slowly rot, empty, bitter, unripe, and maybe to sprout again.
Tuesday, 06 October 2009
We are dying, my love, even though you may not know it yet. I can see through my own blurring eyes that yours are blurring too, and the breaths we are taking are helping less and less and becoming less and less until eventually, they will be nothing at all. And the fly is here, my love, you know the one that you hate who visited the woman who could not stop for death, but that does not seem to be the case with us. I do not mind it so much. I would like it, though, if you held on to my hand so when we leave, we can do it together, and when we fly, I won't fall. Because you know I am terribly afraid of heights, but I'd rather not be in the fire.
Sunday, 13 September 2009
I always expect something out of birthdays. Anything, really. Something special or memorable.