*oh my god* cheesy love poem *oh my god*

every night i transgress my sanity
i caress the pale glow of your skin
i wish to embalm the eclipse of your memory
as i kiss the empty whisper of your wind

i long for the pale embrace of your body
the black moons that are your eyes
i constantly dream for the pillow of your arms
the ubiquitous touch of your lips

every night i transgress my sanity
undermining the blatant excuse for logic
traversing the travesty of torturous thought
over the simple absence of your voice

every night i transgress my sanity
and every day i wait for night

and every night
i pray tonight shall be the last

Neruda et al.

there are writers that affect me the same way house music does.

as if a sudden jolt of purple energy pinches me somewhere behind my neck, twitching inside me, a jagged surge of electric euphoria that curls, curling its way inside me, leaving my lungs dry and my eyes closed.

sort of like, you know, love.

making we want to hug and talk to poles, laugh at reflections, jump, and most of all, be very, very cheesy.

apparently this also happens even while i'm walking and especially when on the MRT.
apparently.

fun fun.

crunchy splat.

Since I will be shifting to another yet unidentified major, I shall be delayed by one, two, or maybe three years.
And I used to laugh at 6th-years.

Of course, I'm still hoping I won't, though.

i've just noticed.

indeed, my blog posts sound crazy.
hence the lack of comments? hm.

ever heard of the fratellis?

they're a, you know, band. i wish i could say 'just listen to them.:D' or 'let them speak for themselves' but also, i wish i could upload their songs but the download-then-upload time is comparable to the time needed for the proletariat to be abolished.

(also comparable to the whole oust thing)

so, there. here's a link.
a link to the a link of a huge compilation of blogs that upload their songs.

i find them addictive/addicting.
i find/found them/myself entertaining/entertainment.