25lines, redux

keeper of secrets. Champion of dreams. Voice of future perfect angels singing blindingly bright. Swim through the echoes of the river. Flow.

for losers

i take care to avoid songs with sensible lyrics. I distance myself from people with little of interest to say. When there is little to be shared, there is little time to spare (if any at all). We see, we read, we hear, we listen, smell, taste, and — touch. We take these inputs and [...]

i’m taking a photography class, posting homework assignments to flickr. you can see this week’s here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/rkabir/sets/72157600245633063/ obviously if you want to look at private pictures that were posted previously, you need to make a flickr account, and have me add you as a friend.

One. Two.

(in temporal order, not priority) * mind-blowing conversation. * imparting knowledge upon others. * good food with good company. * talking smack. * reeling around, hanging on for dear life. * vroom vroom. * futball. * my stuffed animals. * mornings without calls, e-mails, or alarms otherwise. * storming of the brain. * dumping of [...]

i long for red and pink and haziness where my thoughts and my dreams intersect with my world at a place that exists only within, unless we learn to tease it out hand in hand with the instrument of this creation. orange orange yellow. water in flux. white and noise.

oh glory. *squinty grin*

my dreams have been getting to me lately. sometimes i think that the people in my dreams are actually instances of those people. plausible to myself when those people themselves are asleep – like a shared subconscious connection, permeating throughout the background noise. other times, i think that the people are really myself manifested as [...]

i’m trying to figure out how much sleep i actually need. mind you – in the mornings, i know how much i want – but that’s a bit of a biased reading.

i am SO confused right now. http://wwff.wordpress.com/2007/05/02/capn-crunch/ EDIT: kdawg just pointed out that i’m freakn retarded.

i love nights where i refuse to sleep. i remember at the age of 5, one night i refused to go to bed. the level of frustration exhibited by my parents went beyond anything i could ever see. and as a naive kindergarten student, i told my teacher that yes, i didn’t listen to my [...]

for which i do the things i do, many reasons unknown to anyone the least of all me. subconsciously i feel, there is a method to my words. i do what i do… because you cannot have everything you want… and i will tease you to remind you. lest you forget to appreciate what you [...]

i’ve been thinking about what i do every day. and i’ve come to realize that some people give me energy. and some people don’t. and echoes of other people, seriously drain me. it makes me wonder if i should revert to my high school self – and start severing some of my connections.

i took a shower, preparing for tonight’s friday night lights. and i decided to cleanse myself by another means, yelling obscenities at my enemies. in the process, some conditioner found its way into my mouth – and let me tell you, that stuff smells great, and tastes REALLY bad. exiting the shower, i couldn’t help [...]

that can be unsaid in silence – in the eyes, and in the language of expression. i find ultimate truth from the shivers of touch. our conversations have fewer and fewer words, while we say much more. i see things very differently. what a curse – to be normal. predictable. expected. boring.

one of my super-duper-homeys is helping me compile some of the more recent posts into something that’s more explicitly readable. i think it’ll take a week (maybe two) before it’s done-done. what a day. goodnight, moon unit.

There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.

there was a different post here. your feedreader may have caught it. just as i had the impulse to write, i had the impulse to erase… …lest we reveal too much.