Pandemonium
no
solidarity
with
mankind:
that was her attitude.
only one thing
could
wrench
her
out of it:
concrete
love
toward
a
concrete person
posted by Joy at 11:35 PM
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
no
solidarity
with
mankind:
that was her attitude.
only one thing
could
wrench
her
out of it:
concrete
love
toward
a
concrete person
About Me
- Name: Joy
- Location: Auckland/Wellington, New Zealand
What is JoyJerms up to these days..? hmm. Still on my way to become the bestest bestest oboe player that i can be. aaaand....still on a mission convert the rest of the world to Ravel Worshippers, cause what matters is beauty, not truth -- now, do you believe me?!Currently Joyous is living in Auckland, spending her days scraping away at oboe reeds, practicing her Gillet studies, in between which she cant help but remind herself that what she does is never enough. This leads her to believe in the disillusionment that she has taken up an addictive hobbie of reed-making during her spare time, or more precisely, that she has no spare time at all, especially to keep a blogginess and watch SpongeBob SquarePants. now aint that just dandy?? :P
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Thats the second time this week!
THE SECOND BLOODY TIME!
Oh so you don't care that it takes me 20 minutes.
20 minutes of precious time belonging to myself.
Personal time I spend in front of the mirror with Eyeliner in hand.
Carefully decorating my eye line just as Bach decorates his crappy-unresonating-fart-sounding harpsichord. I try so hard not to go over overboard like Christina does with absolutely every single Syllable lasting more than three tenths of a second.
So Thus - it is a long 20 minutes i spend decorating my eye -
And THEN SUDDENLY I READ!
My Eyes glance up and down and the words fill me with sadness.
I can't take it anylonger.
I can't hold it - The eye drop emerges and grabs for dear life clinging to my eyeliner mark like a man in a panda suit does when slipping off the rails on the harbour bridge in auckland.
And then it FALLS.
Down the cheek the eyeline extends to what we call a vertical wrinkle line.
All my hard work absolutley wasted - Gone down the poo loo hole.
So I return now back to the bathroom to cleanse my face of beautiful poetry.
With Love,
brent.
*sigh*
yeah. i totally think it is awesome cat.
TOTALLY.
T.O.T.A.L.L.Y.
i should jott it down in me diary/schedule. when and where.
and also. maybe bring a few buckets. in case we end up drowning each other in our tears like alice in wonderland.
and who knows. maybe we'll chuck up some blood and guts too along the way.
(eww. so is that spose to be beautiful now, in that quentin tarantino way)...
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and geeeze to brent who thinks he's like soooooo cool:
you are saying i'v invaded 40 minutes of your "personal" time this week?
what are you saying i'm not even worth 40 minutes of your time per week?!?!
*tears well up*
how..how....hooow could you.
okay. you are forgiven. provided i'v already assumed you have forgiven me for being incredibly self-indulgent and invasive of other human-being's personal space. (and this is the moment when you should butt in and say: 'Joy you are totally exaggerating, you are so not like that')....
.....
dot dot dot...
lol.
anyhooow
a few words of wisdom to my dear ol' panda man:
may i suggest next time you desire a quality T.L.C. moment with yourself: try playing amelie music on a non-farting harpsichord instead of playing with eyeliners like an idiot playing matches with turpentine, and don't forget to discard any thoughts that string together objects like 'rails' and 'harbour bridges'...
and boy i should really get to bed and embrace my numerous tablets and pills and hopefully sweet dreams: before i totally butcher the english language with my endless and thoughtless babble....
With Love,
Joy.
uh...huh? cat?
you say 'with love' when you want to give them your love, it's as simple as that! really!
doesnt xxx mean kisses?
or have i always misunderstood it.
okay i'm jus making myself sound like an ass here! like when i dont know what lentils are!
and WOW check this out the candle is now dripping and i can see the flame's reflection in the melted pool of wax on top of the candle. it's really really cool to look at..:)
(better than the warmth of a cigarette when you hold it to your palm..)
maybe write to the person you hate, "with a smile"..
bcuz that will make you smile!
lol. heehee.
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