......chocolate space monkey

literature

2009-06-22T14:33:00.003+08:00

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those who put the lamb on chairs

2009-05-17T11:31:00.006+08:00

those winding roads

twist in sun drenched landscapes,

where moon shines next to failing supernovas

yet there is a space filled with a transcendental joy

that wafts, similar to the fragrance of lost flowers, people,

voices, names, places.

they keep driving in silence

it never ends, yet it hasn't even begun.

we last forever and ever, forever too far.

and all we do is wait. all we can do. all that we have done.

internal security act

2009-05-15T14:13:00.003+08:00

ISA needs to be abolished. The substitution of an Anti Terrorist act really doesn't help. We know the nature of this country in bending its statements, or the definitions of terrorism to utilize it to its own benefits. Eventually the Anti Terrorist act will become a burden as is the situation with the ISA as of now. On another note, isn't it funny how the government derives the worst from western civilizations eg. consumerism, capitalism, mass wastage and hail it as technological advancement for modern development, worshiping it with dollar bills, bowing to a demogorgon that might just seize humanity.

And then they smash any brave ideology for peace that these western civilizations give us. eg. the practical application of human rights, freedom of speech -- annihilating it as if it were some piss dripping concept that were here to deface and threaten Asian decency.

How our morality prevails. Build a mosque, build a church, a temple, and relish in all the sin and hell, and piss and shit that surrounds it.

portrait

2009-05-15T13:57:00.004+08:00

david

2009-05-15T12:16:00.001+08:00

don't cry

2009-05-14T17:01:00.002+08:00

more pork for lesion vegetarians

2009-05-14T16:47:00.004+08:00

Don't say it with contempt,

I hurl the rabbit of the cliff,

Watched it fly.

Now turned to my side,

With such melodrama,

The kind from Chinese soap opera re-runs

After midnight

Somebody tell me to stop,

So I can climb over you,

And look back at a black mountain.

A rose growing in tar on its top,

Shhhhhhhhhhhhh.....

The space between the millet and the dripping stars,

They whisper,

In a level not audible,

Vibrations of air circulating

In an empty lung,

For me, for me?

the luckiest bastard swimming in a sea,

Surrounded by endless mirrors,

With smiling faces from 50 years ago.

But I'm only twenty seven years old.

27 too soon.

Micro cities from bridges afar

2009-05-13T18:57:00.003+08:00

Prospects, latitude

follow correspondent attributes

In the favor of concrete landscapes

Neither do i know where to or what for

Sing to dead flowers that call my name

In whispers of unicorns, late to work

in pink floral patterned suits.

Make coffee for sunbeams

Later nothing is what it seems to be

nevertheless hope is distorted

Where we could sit on the edge of its diagonals

and evaporate, into chocolate flavored skies

Find its cherry, ambiguous angel.

She never had wings, only a smile.

A form conceived without proportions, labels, or symbol.

No teeth, no lips, no sugar.

Wait wait wait, longer than lust.

Try to forget, pitch the ball.

It falls in the black hole of a spiral stairs.

Its sound concluded, ships on windows,

sail in our chocolate skies.

Our chocolate eyes.

palavela

2009-03-03T13:19:00.007+08:00

a short film on how we indulge in ignorant conversations that thrive on securing a relationship and wonder why we come to no conclusion. i shot this over a period lost in lust, drowning in Frenzia's and respiring cigarette smoke. i tend to listen to tracks repeatedly when i'm trapped in a mood (usually a nihilistic one cause thats when i tend to be most creative), so i wouldn't loose it to mediocre happiness. in this case it was dylan by throwing muses if i remember correctly. production took place in my apartment in Savannah GA.

november pavements

2009-03-03T00:27:00.004+08:00