summer 79

climb out on this rooftop
and stare at the city lights below us
this world belongs to us tonight

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the first aid box

I was on the bus today,

When I saw a first-aid box.

Motorist’s Guide to First-Aid on the Road, it says

I began to wonder,

Is that any good to a mangled body?

Then I realised,

People can scratch themselves,

Or break an arm,

On the bus too!

Oh.

i understand. no explanations needed.

wonderful

the day started off okay then it got downhill but then a most marvelous feeling came over me. i am pretty certain that what i feel right now will not last now and it is with the greatest urgency that I compel and impose upon myself to describe it in as much detail as i can before it is lost to me forever . i doubt i can do justice to this wonderment with my humble words alone but i shall try to pen it down for the sole selfish reason of me being able to revisit this exciting, albeit brief, chapter of my life should a maelstrom of depression attempt to dash my body against the rocks and drag me into its darkest depths, god forbid.

here is how it feels like. it feels like sunlight filtering in through the bus window. it feels like standing atop the a high point and looking at the city lights and the pretty buildings and knowing, for certain, that the world is for your taking if you so choose (even if reality is never the case, but ah, i faltered in a moment of weakness.). it feels like stepping into a hotel suite, or a high-profile party. You know, those that the rich and famous mingle in clothes that make your sunday best seem like shabby rags. i can almost picture all of them swimming in champagne and taking oh-so-pretty hors de oeuvres, which they proceed to place ever so gingerly into their pretty mouths, from straight-laced, well-mannered waiters. i digress. it feels like being treated exactly like an equal with all these esteemed creme de la creme of society. is it success, is it recognition, is it the audacity to dream? not exactly. it feels like walking down the moonlit streets with your paramour, whose beauty renders you silly and makes it so difficult to look at her in the eye. the look of approval and bemusement that she gives you when you make grand declarations of love for her. you know she’s out of your league but there she is with you and you know she will not refuse you the gentle peck on the cheek when you walk her to her door.

i wonder if anyone has felt this way before.  or maybe we all have, but we picture very different scenarios in our heads. will you tell me yours?

stuck in a moment

I will not forsake, the colors that you bring

But the nights you filled with fireworks

They left you with nothing

I am still enchanted by the light you brought to me

I listen through your ears, and through your eyes I can see

but i’m invincible, as long as i’m alive.

don’t let the negativity within kill everything

we must be the most independent fuckers that this sorry asswipe of a world has to offer.

i’ve just watched fight club. it’s anti-capitalism and very, very antisocial. and inspiring, in a dangerous way. those kind of films that make you want to fuck a dude up real bad, dress badly, shop at thrift stores, be a hobo and be a leader of an organised crime syndicate. which is good, because that equates to NO cost of living. faaaaantastic.

stardust, on the other hand, is a fairy tale by everyone’s favourite rock ‘n’ roll, rebel without a cause author Neil Gaiman. The beginning chapters of the book is very dry, compared to his other books (yeah, i didn’t make it through chapter 1, i’d admit), but the screenplay was so awesome, it left me grinning with all the enthusiam and open-mouthed amazement of a fanboy. how nice to be in a world where chivalry is not dead, where the idea of true love exists and a shop boy can become a swashbuckling, charming king, yes king, in a matter of days. it has to be the feel-good film to end all other feel-good films. i love it how such films can make me genuinely happy for the characters in it, though i know i’ll never be able to relate to them with a life so mundane. can i be a swashbuckler too? you’re damned right i’ll try.

claire danes has an intense child-like quality in her that time never seem to be able to erase. she’s not super pretty, but she sure is beautiful because of that. maybe that is true beauty. de niro was brilliant.

are films a reflection of societal values, or are societal values shaped by film? please comment.

SHE EYES ME LIKE A PISCES WHEN I AM WEAK

the first time i try i get brought down so badly it sucks