notquiteacow

EDIT: DEFAULTER'S SUCK

Right, perhaps there actually is a possibility of normalcy after all.

Hello,

Psyche

悲傷的採購 by My Little Airport

訂了一季，又到下季。為何人大了就要成為工作的奴隸，最愛作的不可發揮。我的感覺，逐漸流逝。從前曾話過要如何欣賞世界的美麗，現在只懂得放假去消費。如果繼續這樣，我還是我嗎？我還喜歡我嗎？或者我應該死去吧，總好過變得更差。如果繼續這樣，你還願意嗎？和我奏著結他？日子不應該這樣吧，而現實就是這樣可怕。如果繼續這樣……

I'm a telting machine.

Those tired eyes.

They bend but they don't break.

"What to do?" he moaned as a shrug of resignation crept across his shoulders. It's very strange, very strange indeed how they attracted trouble, some sort of natural magnetism. It's not as if they were tempting fate.

It was easy to notice how irritable he was and even easier to see why. The weather, the irrational block-headedness of the people around him and the awesome humidity.

"Maybe they'll let us off? We just seem to attract people who seriously have nothing to do," piped another person, somewhere.

"I seriously don't think we care anymore," was the reply, from another direction.

"What do do?" he said. "What can we do?"

Istana on a Sunday Afternoon.

Someone who sees like a child, gives like a saint,
feels like an angel—never mind the broken wings,
and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star,
as long as the fire remains.

by Arthur O’Shaughnessy [1844-1881]

0de

We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems


With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities.
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion art empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample in empire down.


We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth.
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.

NS boy hugged the barbed wire today.

( as far as shufflers go )

( This doesn't make any sense )

They say that in the army

There are only two things at which NSFs clearly excel in: eating and sleeping.

Run like fuck

( Crumbling )

I fear for my sanity.

( Sometimes I just can't decide )

Coffee before IPPT means major crash after 2.4km which can only be cured by having a massive sugar rush.

( Waiting for a Phonecall )