Have you ever written something down on paper, or typed something and stowed it away, and somehow upon happenstance come by it at some later time, to have no idea why you wrote it? In my own ventures and journeys, i've found that writing during the darkest depths of the night tends to produce some of the loveliest litany, like linguistics limned from the lexicon of luminescent thoughts, mind-wanderings from somewhere between this world, and the dream world beyond it.

Anyway, more to the point, here are some things which i wrote and dated, yet have no recollection as to what i was thinking at the time, why i wrote them, or what their intentional meanings were; i've lost their context, and now am left with just their words. i myself stand, like you, as an observer peering into the depths of the literature, taking whatever meanings i can from between the lines with no insight into its context or its intended meaning. And i absolutely relish it.



^{{June 4th, 2007}}
I am afflicted
Pick and scratch and still it snows
But it isn't even cold
When will this winter end?



^{{September 4th, 2007}}
I am lost in the unwavering bass
A strangehold around my neck
Picks me up off the floor, but I'm not struggling
Tighter! Tighter! Everything begins to blur
It all begins to fade until all i can see
Is the glint in everyone's eyes
Demons, peering out from the darkness



^{{October 15th, 2007}}
Your salvation does not come
In blue pills, red pills,
In rock songs, or cheap thrills;
Gaussian blurs and saturated photography,
High contrast and high angles may save you here,
But not out there where the real wolves lie
They lie in wait for you.



And yes, that last one is dated as today, though i wrote it last night sometime in the late night/early morning; even now, hours later, i cannot recall writing it specifically, only vaguely, as fleeting images rather than moving pictures and coherent feelings or thoughts.

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Me is attempting to correct my ... disturbing ... sleeping hours.

Myself would like to get back into Teh Art sometime soon.

I have just fallen in love with Radiohead all over again.

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i'm back xD

And, after ploughing through a vast number of deviations in my message centre, i'm finally up to date with dA once again. Thank goodness.

NZ was fun but i'm glad as hell to be home.

i didn't get much drawing done while abroad, but i'll post up what i *did* get done when i have time.

By the time anyone reads this, i'll already be gone.



i'm leaving this place.



Some of you know me as the Perpetual Jester, some others perhaps as a Counsellor of sorts, and others just as a good friend.



i want you all to know this before i'm gone, that you all mean tons to me.



Special thanks especially to Toby, because (s)he is so darn cool and AH WURBLEZ (S)HIM SHO. _{i don't care if "shim" isn't a real word, let alone the rest of those words.}


And now, i take my leave.



The curtains will close, and i say Farewell.



Why am i leaving?



Simply because i'm going to New Zealand for 2 weeks, returning to Melbourne on New Year's Eve _{i think.}



Until then, see you all later ;D



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[ d r i f t i n g ]

<sub>To float, flitter, flutter along with the breeze;

To let your life slide by in its own way.

To let go of the wheel, and fear nothing but fear itself.

To cease controlling your destiny.

To allow all that you ever hoped for become just a dream.

To give up on all your hopes, aspirations, goals,

To let your life become the very feathers in the winds of Life.

To become an entity of Fate, governed by nothing but the aimlessness of Luck alone.

To live your life as an Autumn leaf; nothing more than a kite without a leash.

To float, flitter, flutter along with the breeze;

But just as all leaves are doomed to die, so we all are too. Are you really willing to live a lifetime without care?

To live a lifetime of apathy without empathy?

No, I'd rather live a life of purpose.

To make my life what I want it to be.</sub>