From the guru I expect
Time, a headstart
And a demeanour
Deserving of friendship
While he leaves me alone to pursue
My understanding of all things
And the above
i don't like the twilight girl because she looks drugged against her will and anyway i don't like twilight because i think its too gimmicky. maybe them two going around too is a gimmick. though robert pattinson looks believable enough to be the boy that could use some bullying with if i was cast villain opposite him. homeboys got weak jaws for a vampire.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
an arm and a leg
There is a moment in the heroic saga which cinema has captured very well. That particular moment when the storm breaks and the audience knows that, very melodramatically, the end has begun. But since in the real world all outcomes are not so unequivocally preordained as the climax in movies, I reckon, that albeit in the short term, the World Cup has kicked off a bad time for me.
Suddenly I am doing one thing and one thing only, the one thing it is all about. Back end staff to the World Cup fever; good in itself, my trouble is that I cannot describe the symptoms all that well when that is what I’m supposed to do.
It is a feeling well-known to me, when all the balls fly over your head and you can reach none.
The football metaphor is very strong with my circumstance right now so much so that when El Diego spoke of this 30 days being nothing in the life of a man who wants to kiss the World Cup, I cried and felt there was football in my veins. A true son of Argentina.
But since my metaphor is not as literal as Maradona’s in that in it there are shifting goalposts and no balls, it figures that I cannot get my hand to it and claim God on my side.
Moons come and go, and this will wane too, 90 minutes at a time. While it does, more than once will I think how, when it was high tide for him, he had the gumption to reach for it with his hand whereas I take too many touches and end up shooting wide.
Suddenly I am doing one thing and one thing only, the one thing it is all about. Back end staff to the World Cup fever; good in itself, my trouble is that I cannot describe the symptoms all that well when that is what I’m supposed to do.
It is a feeling well-known to me, when all the balls fly over your head and you can reach none.
The football metaphor is very strong with my circumstance right now so much so that when El Diego spoke of this 30 days being nothing in the life of a man who wants to kiss the World Cup, I cried and felt there was football in my veins. A true son of Argentina.
But since my metaphor is not as literal as Maradona’s in that in it there are shifting goalposts and no balls, it figures that I cannot get my hand to it and claim God on my side.
Moons come and go, and this will wane too, 90 minutes at a time. While it does, more than once will I think how, when it was high tide for him, he had the gumption to reach for it with his hand whereas I take too many touches and end up shooting wide.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
ales like teen spirit
Dirty slithering snakes
Sticky chattering apes
Surrounded by such
A bird in a cage
What a pure thought.
The cheat hath
Touched the flame
And having styled himself a painter
Went back to cheating all the same
Having lost her mane
She is the lioness she never was
Now that the lion chooses the kill
Sticky chattering apes
Surrounded by such
A bird in a cage
What a pure thought.
The cheat hath
Touched the flame
And having styled himself a painter
Went back to cheating all the same
Having lost her mane
She is the lioness she never was
Now that the lion chooses the kill
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