So I was browsing through a local Dog Adoption website, and I don't think people understand or realise the importance of names. Someone named their 6 year-old Rottweiler Hannibal. "Gentle and Sweet around people." But of course. And some people just want quick cash or something, "12 year-old dog up for adoption, Deaf and blind in both eyes." (It ( Read more... )

It is dull, but not rusty. The ridges seem so elementary yet chaste, the corners are not yet full. They seem awkward and disconnected instead, like the present state of mind/mine (But it'll do.) How wonderful it is though, to know that Inside is an ocean and a vacuum at the same time ( Read more... )

I've got a terrible secret that I cannot keep ( Read more... )

Cupid is the fawn with tangerine shoes when the Giant Oak digs into a stratocumulus February, intermittently of course. Slowly, the chimes turn increasingly viscuous and from a distance you can see the aluminium unicorn eating up the Sun. The trees are bespeckled with Socrates because the mice are Scandinavian vagabonds, they have no mittens! Ah, ( Read more... )

I love maple syrup on toast,
...And I love listening to Angry Mob, but it wasn't very feasible while running because I almost left my heart and lungs and uterus on the road for the birds and mice and cats and (some) dogs to pick on. It was another error of judgment on my part (or plain misfortune) to take the longer route because at the opposite ( Read more... )

Hello, the bed is never for myself alone I share it with Hegel, Comte and Wollonstone (Mmmm, problematic you see.) And among others, so there is hardly any space to turn, but it keeps me occupied in my head (that is why I am never alone in my bed ( Read more... )

Well it's a big big city and it's always the same
Can never be too pretty tell me you your name
Is it out of line if I were simply bold and say "Would you be mine"?

Because I may be a beggar and you maybe the king
I know I maybe on a downer I'm still ready to dream
Now it's 3 o'clock the time is just the time takes for you to talk

My eyes are stinging from the lack of ( Read more... )

At present, from the moment I wake up, I would be automatically entering a hurricane as I hustle from one place to another, up and down stairwells with much haste, speak to different tutors about ambiguities at hand (especially with regard to vindication of rights, how I still cannot accept the reasons for such a biological imperative and ( Read more... )

What was meant to be to be an abhorrence towards Brontë has turned into a subtler, more gentle and accepting spirit which scares me so because I've never meant for myself to be compelled towards her. But I cannot help it. Like how I would not wish to converse with people if I could help it and leave their impressions as it were in my mind, until I ( Read more... )