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Sunday, August 30, 2009

Fridays at Icee's.

At the centre of concentration,
the height of attention.
Words don't stream together,
the world melts away the edge of your vision.

You pour yourself into your subject,
and daze out in the process.
Your third person view of the world
leaves you calm, content, and detached.

Music lights the starless night sky,
while mickey dances with a platypus.
The world is your oyster,
You race through colour and space.

Social complications,
political dictation.
They deny what greater forces
bestow upon us.

Sitting here curled up upon carpet,
chit-chatting friends all around us.
Palms all facing an electric heater,
eating food for their sound and colours.

Warm colours made with honey, sunbeam, and apples.
Or a campfire, with a guitar and horse to complete.
We be cruising, we be sailing.
To places before, after, and never-ever.

You are the nomad,
home to this earth.
The shifting sands of this world,
Makes you dance with the rhythm.

Audio visuals report sunsets and mountains
Tasty sounds and music fountains.
Dream while you tread upon this earth,
and embrace the seven-leafed clover.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Hello again.

Hi. Gustave here. Haven't been updating for a while. Lotsa stuff going on around me. Some awesome. Some awful. And some just plain awww...

Gonna open up and write in a new notebook, that I bought last year. Kinda marks a new chapter in my life. Booze, boobs, and bong. Booze, butts, and bling. Pfft...

Yup. Had meme and apah fly me my favourite notebooks when they visited. Flipped open a black hand-bound notebook with cinnamon sticks and a blue flower petal on its cover.

"Aiman
Gustave
Marvin
Celine"

Hmm. I wrote in this book during form 5 (2007). Guess those were the people I was closest to at the time. 'Celine' was written in black and the rest in teal. I added her name halfway through the year.

Should probably put Shanti there too.

Gave her one of these Indonesian-made (or just sold?) ones. Gave Marvin one too. I think Aiman has several.

Anyhoo, Shanti's filled her's to the border. Heh. Shanti hebat! =D

Marvin...blank, the last I checked. Hmm. Kinda drifted away from ya, eh? Good times.

HEY HEY! Among the pages of random song lyrics and chords...remember that time we played Starcraft: The Boardgame with Marvin and Calvin, Hans? Muahahahaha! OWNAGE!

"Shit. I got no combat cards.
Kill them fast.
Go from Antiga & Lockdown
Slug it out?
Conquest
Wanna eliminate?
or
Special Vic?
I can special vic."

Heh. Good times.


Names for my next notebook: Hugo, John, Victoria, Icee?

Probably.

*yawn* nite nite.


"I'm in a fight not physical.
I'm in a war, but not with this world."