her smile is a wave that moves sideways

it is the flaw of seeing with unbiased eyes . . . you become fixated instead on the pendulum-like swinging . . . back and forth, all things covered, back and forth. if you are one of those greedy with moments, this saturation of an always different everydayness should be for you. say this is a dare . . . i dare you to love.

to lose track of time. thoughts rendered incoherent just because there is a lack of the idea of the order of time in it. you no longer remember things according to what happened first nor how long the moments lasted . . .

when you fall in love, you do not fear the person you are falling for per se. it's the beautiful images that come with her--a fear that you might disappoint, yourself most of all. if love is blind, it could as well go deaf too. you have become a part of your own concepts. reality. beautiful images. now with you in it . . .

and now here's the smile . . .

you dared.ü

gnyt . . . just a good night this time . . . ü

*crack* breaks another layer of her shiny shell

i know when i'm back with only a pen, i'd look back to the last time a keyboard was at hand. so here. but i really am not contemplatative right now, so maybe next timeü

Random pic

circa 2006

of euphemisms and double entendres . . .

for a certain thought, there is a many language. for a certain image, picture, frame, clip, there are a many words that can be used to describe, tell, express, explain, ask. nobody listens anymore. they look for the second meaning, the third, and so on. take me literally. the time when people use some other perceiving senses other than the ears to listen. words. words. words. nightmares. nightmares. nightmares. shakespeare said at some point a man plays many roles. a single word now holds so many meanings. thus i look for the unnamed, the unknown, the new, the not yet existing. do not be scared. you were once nonexisting too. 

the wanderer

don't ask me where i'm headed. i'm here. now. the future is but fiction.

randomness

a world visited, loved, lived, left

in France

I just realized. I am in a cafe named Le Internet Cafe, beside Cafe de France. Just a few steps is La Mer. I heard a part of Canada is French. Hmmmmn. Je veux vous mort.