Take my hand, we're off to NeverNever Land.

28.9.06

It was a night of crazy feet.
Smashing night.
I was smashed.
the first time we left with half the shit still left,
She begged to be consumed
but we left her in strange hands
There's a first for everything I'd say.
Cruelty works its magic any day

Familial love was much appreciated.
3 of us boys all grown up,
the world at our feet.
and yet the image remains fresh.
like it was yesterday.
3 nine year olds cooking instant noodles in the dead of the night
messing about with the pots and pans.
yes just like it was yesterday.
it's true what they tell you,
them roots,
they don't go away.
not that easily anyway.

A royal waste of time.
I repeat.
all these has been, plainly,
a royal waste of my fucking time.
won't drop no penny or even a dime.

I think the game just got interesting.

fresh from recluse 07:07 [+]

I hope nobody reads the shit that goes on in here. Lest this impedes me from expressing what truly goes on in my twisted head. I maintain that there's zero exhibitionism here and I want it to stay that way. Of late I've been bashing myself up over the citation of a particular case. Couldn't seem to get any clue from Carswell, my little red French-Canadian friend.

It's the case of Truths v. Untruths. I can't seem to remember how the judge's verdict went though. Let me know if you've got a clue.

fresh from recluse 07:17 [+]

We can kick it and go puff on a blunt.
Oh you don't smoke?
Grab a pint of Hen' and we can get drunk.
If you got an attitude I'm a treat you like a hoe.
Just be true, and
there's nothing i won't do for you.
Look, I know
you wanna chill wit a player, but
all you gotta do is
keep it real wit a player.
We don't have to be in love, we can
just be friends.
Just answer your phone whenever I call.
I'll treat you like milk,
I'll do nothing but spoil you. When
you walk right by,
Damned.
See you everyday,
when you come around
my way.

But Murphy Lee reminds me that what goes up, must come down. Lloyd Banks and Alicia Keys as well.

You tell me i remind you of the song. I say you remind me of the song. We're centimetres away yet it still feels comfortable only when we talk behind an electronic veil. I'm a chill on the straightforward black-whites where nothing's grey, and I'll look to Phil for solace. He gives half-baked advice and leaves me going back for more. Cos when you're around me, nothing's ever black-white.

I say, grab a pint of 'Hen and we can get drunk.
Bring on the Martell babies, we ain't popping no Moet just yet.

fresh from recluse 08:09 [+]

Family Values. As Durst put it, this is the real muthafuckin' deal y'all. See Lewis get all emo nemo.

fresh from recluse 09:34 [+]

martell martell martell.
no more shopping sprees.
smashing night and
personal victories.
no more late night creeps.
no more VIP, no more
dough.
we can't even kick it no more.
the game don't change.

fresh from recluse 22:42 [+]

What a difference a day makes, twenty four little hours. We get hit by the visuals but the fact that we are at where we are shows the sense of detachment. That however does not discount the fact that it happened. It was the eve of the Geography prelims then, I was huddled with trusty little Marianne Chong (the text, not the author), when the TV screamed Breaking News. And you wonder if you were getting all worried and panicky over all the wrong things. Five years on, how the world has changed. But reality remains, plainly, the same. Tomorrow Never Comes Until It's Too Late.

fresh from recluse 09:59 [+]

Life is fragile. Like the baby in your arms. Sometimes he thinks about how delicate life is, and gets momentarily jolted. The key word is momentarily. The question to ask is, when will this luxury cease to be a luxury, but become a reality. Then the key word takes on the direct opposite of its precedent. Permanence would have taken over the throne.

And Mum said, "Uncle Robert is with the Lord." Indeed he is.

fresh from recluse 12:59 [+]