resonance of reverberations: Garblemouth of Sumfing-amajig

Tuesday, 11 December 2007

Garblemouth of Sumfing-amajig

yet again, we wonder how such subdued facades can produce the most raging insights into the interiors? today, i sat for a computerized exam and for all convenience, the internet in which these abstruse and esoterically irrelevant questions were transmitted, was down. Fuckers.

welll then, at that glitch in the moment in time of crucial bearing, the all-legendary doodle hand came out. the momentousness of the moment brought out the storm. they're gonna get it now. watch out...

: )

hahahaha the praises are expected again, this time....

signing out,

-your messed up captian

The Poet

I discussed with a colleague of mine today, that since i joined the financial institution, i've lost alot of that which used to define me. The philosopher is gone. The poet, all gone. The painter, the musician, the singer, the contemplater, they're all gone. I figured that it was a form of premature mid-life crisis (which traditionally begins at 40), so before i start piercing my ears, coloring my hair, listening to indie music and trade the family car for a 4WD, i shall embark on taking pre-emptive measures to ensure that such an incident does not ensue. This blog is dedicated to poetry, and with an underlying objective: to keep sanity in check. I aint no gawky teenager and neither am i a geeky adult. I'm just weird and let's keep it so.