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[huylen]

i always wait for the perfect moment
but then i run out of moments
and only embarrassment remains
being a slave of time
looking for something i could easily grab
its never good enough
it has to be perfect
or better
but what is more perfect then the imagination
of how it could be
an endless range of options
that are not real
and so perfect
imperfection
is the opposite of perfection but
not really
imperfection is real
perfection is not
imperfection is admitting perfection doesn't exist
imperfection erases perfection perfectly
if only i would have known
i wouldn't have felt
like such a perfect fool

they're drilling outside and the sun is shining and again i'm drinking beer. this is peace. and the warrior in me is asleep but heavily dreaming.
my shit has gone from black to lightbrown.
my room is a mess.
i don't feel like doing anything, i don't have to do anything; it is vacation.
i don't have any money, but i can't or don't want to work.
i am a spoilt child of my time.
the future won't bring good things soon, only in a very very long run, prolly when i'm dead already. or dying.
i am not an optimist.
death wouldn't be a rescue.
life asks too much commitment.
i am somewhere in between, picking up the leaves.

thursday i am going to the festival rock werchter. it is gonna be great. who else is going?