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kurisuteen
That's me squinting my eyes at exhaustion. - Subscribe
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*squint* I'm still awake. (The post says 1+am, but it's really 3am and counting...) I wonder if this is how it'll be in Osaka. I have a month left. God, how time flies like madness. Well...at least madness lingers on for a bit longer. Or so I've heard. I LOVE Takeshi Kaneshiro. Seen here being beautiful with ease: ![]() ...and when we get married (hello, madness?) I'm going to teach him the entire guide to ebonics in the hood. Which is totally preposterous. I'm from the suburbs. In Toronto. Torontonian? Jamaican? No matter what, not 'from' CANADA right? What a li(f)e. One more month until I'm a gaijin swallowed in a tsunami of Nihonji. |
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kurisuteen
Crashing...slowly...invisibly... Oct 31st, 2006 12:21:19 pm - Subscribe
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.... (pause) (breathe) No one ever hears me crying My clothes soaked noir in pooled tears and sweat stains that drive deep into the flesh. My heart beats when it wants to, now. Maybe later. Circadian rhythms on holiday and perpetually having attitude altitudes that vary - Vary whether its day or night or whether his haunting is on overtime. He haunts me in dreamthoughts making sand of my throat and cactus of my arms. Rigidly, resistent. No flowers bloom in the noir set pains that ail me. Or the crying that wipes me clean. I prepare for a journey that requires full attention - yet my earphones are louder than ever. |