Thursday, January 26, 2012
hey look i'm posting my first photoshop
Has anyone read "A Gate at the Stairs" by Lorrie Moore? I'm asking because i don't know anyone who does. I only know one friend who likes LM but i don't think she read it. Or she may have read it but i don't know that because she is gone. I think i am strangely paralyzed by laughter and tears and i am wondering if you feel the same too after reading. Any thought is golden.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
the opposite of karma is the present
i was a headstrong servant in my past life.
i took a quiz on who would i be if i was a Downton Abbey servant and i happened to be Anna Smith. One of my answers was if i was not so busy tending to my household chores, i would be writing romance novels.
tomorrow i will not rehearse what i am going to say, i will not put anything in writing and memorize my line just like those actors from DA speaking grand Victorian language with seductive accents, i like and envy the way they talk, so articulate even in fits of anger that i will be so willing to kiss them in the middle of their outburst because they elucidate their emotions so much, maybe maybe my tongue-tied karma will grow an extra arm...
i took a quiz on who would i be if i was a Downton Abbey servant and i happened to be Anna Smith. One of my answers was if i was not so busy tending to my household chores, i would be writing romance novels.
tomorrow i will not rehearse what i am going to say, i will not put anything in writing and memorize my line just like those actors from DA speaking grand Victorian language with seductive accents, i like and envy the way they talk, so articulate even in fits of anger that i will be so willing to kiss them in the middle of their outburst because they elucidate their emotions so much, maybe maybe my tongue-tied karma will grow an extra arm...
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
time bomb
are you being hated right now? do you ask yourself why you are being hated? you probably know but cannot fathom why someone hate you so much. you try to be angry with yourself but you cannot because when you are angry you are unreasonable. you piece your past and find out there is a thread in your intent that is growing and growing maliciously. you consciously ignore its warnings because you are being comfortable. you do not persevere and you earn the hatred of someone. and now you know its not him or her, its you. your gallantry is your resolve to reconcile your hatred to people who hurt you. you carry it like that bulemic girl with the dragon tattoo. you try to articulate it like some Edwardian character in Downton Abbey. you see this person who hates you everyday and you see yourself in that reflection.
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