Don’t mess with Ash
I still go to the forest,
And I want to call your name.
The pull of you is endless,
and I love you just the same.
Will we ever,
Will we ever learn?
There’s quite a story here.
My hair feels like pleasant abundance, but my body feels like despondent lethargy. And it may seem silly, but the lofty state of my hair has much to do with the workings of my mind. I feel just about ready to write away with the unbearable lightness of dreams and Kundera.
Damn corporeity chaining my existence!
Writing is a game of association. You have to work with what the audience understands and can piece together. But the viscous promise of prose has an incredible ability to build it’s own logic. My foundation lies within language’s collective subconscious, and works wild from there.
You’re wonderful, Jaejoong.
Abundantly reading and hardly picking up words is playing quite a toll on my human condition. It’s incredibly tempting—I want to be painfully biased.
But bias in the intellectual sphere wears the facade of “objectivism.” Scholarly works may impart an opinion, but they’re never allowed to be passionate. Fervor must be seeping between the spaces in each word, tamed by the imagery of precise diction. It has no breath and does not speak.
My heads pounding with the need for an irrational angle.
[su] I should act like an idol for a bit.. since I’m still in my 20s | [jae] I’m also in my 20s. Idol expression
Waiting | Antonio Hernandez Carriedo
My realism is improving! Or rather, my ability to understand the folds in jeans is. But I was in mood, and I thought Spain needed a to be standing in one of my favorite poses. His hair is a little too blond, but I like the color!
I still need to work on Romano.
Oh, how fooled I have been! My desire for serendipitous joy has me monstrously erred! Somehow, I lost two days in my mind and wrote down a silly trio of numbers. My head was lost in October 10, 2010; I wanted a happy Naruto birthday and a wonderful chapter wrapped in one!
Now all my notes read 10/10/10 when it should say the eighth!
My hand and mind were too eager.