Quick thoughts.

Facebook triggered semantic shift to the lexeme 'friend'.

People very commonly are trapped in mono-meaning.

Today has been okay. And tomorrow will also be. With the wekend which is bound to be.

Fear.

Fear. Mister Fear. Lean and tall. He is clad in black, wears a bowler hat whose brim you can discern in the outline of his silhouette when the light falls from behind. His clothes are smart and he never is apart with him alike thin umbrella which he ultrasonically leans on the cold, concrete ground. And I fear him. He is also veiled in an atmosphere of apprehension and angst in the rawest forms of raw. The womb kind of raw. You can never see his countenance so don't bother googling him.

Live Jazz.

Jazz. Smooth, classy and pretentious. Minimalistic and stern yet everything, demanding, high-end. Oh, how I long to it, how enormously attractive it is to me. Skalpel, and all feels grandeur and more sophisticated.Much though I would have tried, I could not express all that I harbour to it.

Why Wall? Why Wall Street? What? You don't know it yet?

Why do I keep thinking about you? Why do my thoughts all converge, incline in this one and only direction? Don't look for information, however hidden and concealed, about yourself. Why do you, why should you, think that when I write 'you', it concerns the you? It can be literally anybody. Frankly, it can be a person as well as it can be an object, mind you. Anyhow, why does it always have to be something so ordinary and mundane that is really happening out there with you while I am going out of my mind, inventing, brain storming for some really Hollywood movie like scenarios and a whole renweal man project happening around you? perhaps, it is your way to escape from my reign? Well, it comes not as a surprise to me that drugs were always an fail-safe way out to forget things. Here, anybody, but you, should mind the tricky gap, that is, the more of those candies you use, the deeper you fall into the misery you strived to so meticulously forget about. Either way, is this a spring for my progress? Because it is the unremitting constant you with the unsteady and rampant me. Wait a sec, one thing is for sure here: once I gave in, you'll be nothing but a mindfull of thoughts on me. No past master at eristics will have ever taked me into it is not the case. It was a great relief once I realised, once it came down on me, that all I needed from thee was company and nothing else; full, crystal-clear admiration of myself, liable to my full control - which girl would have resisted such a bargain? Conditions permitting, should I have the predatory stake at my disposal, could I not, shall I not, will have I not use them for my own sake. Everybody loves you. Not reciprocally. Your limits have been reached, in a consequence of which there is no big need for you to bear it back from your initiative. A tangles up way of mind. Already got lost in the use of small words of mine? Good, I mean, calm down, I won't do this any more. For this post at least. So help me God.

Thoughts Recovered.

Just cos I don't perform or practice a certain field of sth/arts doesn't mean I havn't been given any talents in that whatsoever. I'm just givin you, makin some space for ya to show off. Then, w/o me in the team or the contra intelligence, it's way easier n smoother for u to do so. Otherwise, ur a dead man tryin. Another funny thing is, [I feel like sippin champaigne, that's one] they train us to read between the lines, all the mistery stuff for us to infer n implicate. Without noticing, it's my way of writing too that unconsciously, undistrubedly, smoothly as nothing before morphed into such a style too. Inadvertently, all I want to do is not to get caught with the explicit meaning. All they want us to master is indelibly and indefatigably the same.

On my date. there it was, the first time the whole audience sat for the entire end credits. demanding spectators. with me on top. there are people who feed on stare[s], should this kind of food ever be invented, should the right conditions arise. mesmerized by my language, hypnotized by the structures I utilise so that u can ponder over them me using. what is it about the thrill that we long for it to be delivered this way or the other? a totally English-frame thinking mind. though it's not the explanation, for it's only a rumination.

Naiivitaet.

So I went to this vernissage on a breezy evening to behold some art pieces and it was very pleasant an outing. Clad in my navy blue striped shirt, tight fittin jegs and my prive grey booties it was not only the art which got some attention of the viewers. I don't think I have to be painstakingly detailed in here as it appears unmistakenly that it was me who was the second, if not the first, object [in this case, I dare dub myself by this name; considering, art is an object in anyway] of admiration, momentarily I stepped in to the exhibition room.It was especially a grandeur an occasion to exude owing to the host of the most unstylishly dressed people. Well, good for me, some people, even those from the art "industry" or scene, if you prefer, leave a lot to be desired when t comes to their outfits.

A quarter of boring to death waiting for the jag mail to load just to find out I have no new messages ... All that effort due to my sincere urge to find out IC final results which the lecturer was supposed and promised to send by the ned of the week-before-week... I gave in n proceeded to more pleasurable activities.

Gaslight.

N so all inet geeks were off to immerse in their domestic chores - browsin, that is. It is, as I believe, not a matter of coincidence that they all inhabited the upper deck of the house. And by the way, did I already mention that I send my sincere thanks to my whatever-lucky-something for my blog, that I can have that space of my own, very prive piece of the net. Why do some people think, why are they so deeply rooted in their thingink that they are fabulous and great despite being miserable and nothing to die for mildly speaking?

This is anything but epigonistic in nature.

I couldn't help but wonder why is it that we crave for attention so much? Another thing, as it appears to be, it is becoming more and more faux pas in the netiquette to expose one's thoughts via gg status, subsequently, the hype these days is to have it the facebook way. Believe it or not, but these are the early notes on the/our net life. Oh, and by the way, we take it for granted that when browsing for data online, the results will be only English in language. What we - seldom though as it happens, but still - get are non-killer lingo results which we are very much astounded and shocked by then. These thoughts, again, may be quite challenging to grasp due to them being typed down directly as they emerge in my head. Snatches of thoughts in their raw form.

Vilderne.

Perhaps u'll be quick to notice that it is nothing short of a nervous breakdown, however, I have alreadt experienced similar states of mind n coped w/'em phenomenally. The results being phenomenal for me in particular as I always turn these feelings into an intellectual increase. It is true, however, what they say, that when one devotes him/herself to intellectual expansion, there is little to be left for the personal sphere of life, if there is any, which I now happen to see that there is none. So as to corroborate a theory. You may now lie at rest sound n safe, for I have reseaarched, experienced, proven it.You may find yourselves a bit tangled up here because it's all my thoughts that complicate the matter, what is not a seldom occurence after all, but this is what makes the man, this is where he grows and on what he feeds. That is to say, after gaining a certain status, a top, end goal, there is time, a natrual way of happening, the material starts to fatigue, the very gist of evolution, of one's evolving, one starts growing less and less content with what he already possesses, hence and consequently, embarks on another journey to seek the unobtained, a voyage to a no man's land, nomads' land. What one had been knowledgeable about already, with the help of all the accoutrements in line with menefacts, but also, what has been discovered, both make up the new man. Also, the re-discovered is encompassed; after all, perspective changes with time what goes with the quote that "the book changes, beacuse we've changed." On top of everything, it is a skill to feel comfortable with the company of oneself. Needless to say, I am a past master at that.