Tuesday, July 31, 2007
the great happiness space:
"Love...it depends on what that person thinks or wants the shape of love to be. But yes...to a certain extent...money can buy love."
"They have a lot of money, but so few are content with their lives. People come to Osaka to make it. They can't find the time or the space to be acknowledged. So they come together. They are willing to spend a lot of money in order to find any fulfillment. They want to fall in love...they want to feel needed...and they all come to this space. Everyone is searching for their own space. They want to feel important... People are not so strong...especially alone. People are lonely and sad. But they are wonderful and shining. They have warm hearts. Even though the value of what we sell is $10, we sell it for $100. That's definetely expensive. But they still say "thank you" when they walk out the door. I think those people are wonderful. Everyday I do my best for people who appreciate what I do. "
posted by fuzzkill 12:41 am 0 comments
"Love...it depends on what that person thinks or wants the shape of love to be. But yes...to a certain extent...money can buy love." "They have a lot of money, but so few are content with their lives. People come to Osaka to make it. They can't find the time or the space to be acknowledged. So they come together. They are willing to spend a lot of money in order to find any fulfillment. They want to fall in love...they want to feel needed...and they all come to this space. Everyone is searching for their own space. They want to feel important... People are not so strong...especially alone. People are lonely and sad. But they are wonderful and shining. They have warm hearts. Even though the value of what we sell is $10, we sell it for $100. That's definetely expensive. But they still say "thank you" when they walk out the door. I think those people are wonderful. Everyday I do my best for people who appreciate what I do. "
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Thursday, July 26, 2007
some moments are worth going back to:
posted by fuzzkill 11:38 pm 1 comments
So I get on the train and there's like, no space to sit except this one really cramped, kinda sempit space between two people that is right in front of me. I'm not a big 'physical contact' person, but it was spacey enough for one more person, and I felt maybe those two people would feel insulted if I didn't sit there. So I did. While walking towards and taking my seat I noticed that the person sitting next to me on my left was a kinda well-built, ok dressed guy. The only thing I can't tell you is whether his face is burning down the house or not. Unlike your body, your face is to personal a thing to look at up close. So yea, it's like cramped, and I'm like, squished and where this is usually uncomfortable, all I could think about were his legs touching mine and his arm touching mine. So I take out my Murakami book and lean forwards so there's more space. I was trying my darndest to read my book, but his physical being was very distractingly like, up in ma business. Then the girl to my right gets off about 4 stations before I hit home. I, for some reason or other, did not like, move. Sempit as it was. So we rode on, I seemingly intent on reading my book, him, crossing and recrossing his hairy legs, the train, pushing us into and away from each other. I bet he thought I was an inconsiderate freak of nature, not wanting to like, give the man some space, but I couldn't move! Ok, I didn't want to move. I liked sitting there, really next to him, really thisclose to him. It was like, spooning, but like not, with a complete stranger whose face I hadn't even seen. I was dissapointed in how quickly my stop came about, and I hoped against hope maybe he'd get off too. He didn't. Walking out, I didn't even have the courage to look at his face.
Dear Lord up in Heaven; hallowed be thy name: am I that starved for physical affection that I'm misreading this whole thing for some sweet moment between 2 strangers on a train when really it's just ...inconsiderate space hogging?
posted by fuzzkill 11:38 pm 1 comments
5:32 AM:
posted by mira 2:51 pm 1 comments
It sounds like bombs blazing. Standing still, i´m thinking, what the fuck; no fucking way. He tells me to get away from the window after switching off all the lights. Then says, in an amazingly boyish way, “get down on the floor”. He thinks it’s a war and i think it might just be fireworks. There are more shots and more fire lights outside the windows. I am finally a little scared, but excited. I think insane things, like !adventure! And i can feel my toes tingling. While he shouts, “Mira, where are you? Come to here. Come. Stay on the floor, where are you?”, in that very exact way. While i am actually on my knees right there next to him on the floor. We can’t see a thing except glowing lights outside. He seriously thinks it’s a war. Some counter-revolutionary one. Well, it is Cuba after all...
posted by mira 2:51 pm 1 comments
Sunday, July 22, 2007
..because boy-bashing is so out:
Gotoh Masafumi of AKFG - cun gilababisial!
Marat Safin..a couch..in Japan.
posted by fuzzkill 12:37 am 2 comments
Gotoh Masafumi of AKFG - cun gilababisial!
Alex Turner - as nubile as it gets.
Ryo Kase: he has this voice...
Marat Safin..a couch..in Japan.
posted by fuzzkill 12:37 am 2 comments
Saturday, July 21, 2007
nelly was right:
I'm sorry that it has to be that way, but that's just the way it is.. this is my fight between myself and I'm sorry that you have no say.. they all think the season ended but the show still runs in my head.. no one sees cause I never screen it.. no one hears cause I never speak it.. and if they all think I'm okay.. then I believe I'm okay.. a few twitches now and then but I blame it on my hair.. I play it random.. it's easier being stranded when they're burning down the house.. saves a little bit of that ego.. I'm glad you're starting to grow yours.. I've always liked them like that, the way they were when I first saw them.. I've always liked them dorky.. never hot.. too bad it's too late.. till the next episode, when I see you.. cause I still think it..
posted by spes 5:58 am 1 comments
posted by spes 5:58 am 1 comments
Saturday, July 14, 2007
my favorite pasttime:
posted by spes 4:06 am 1 comments
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Friday, July 13, 2007
Doom da da di da di Doom da da di da di
Everybody's gonna love today,
Gonna love today, gonna love today.
Everybody's gonna love today, gonna love today.
Anyway you want to, anyway you've got to,
Love love me, love love me, love love.
I've been crying for so long,
Fighting tears just to carry on,
But now, but now, it's gone away.
Hey girl why can't you carry on,
Is it 'cause you're just like your mother,
A little tight, like to tease for fun,
Well you ain't gonna tease no other,
Gonna make you a lover.
Everybody's gonna love today,
love today, love today.
Everybody's gonna love today,
Anyway you want to, anyway you've got to,
Love love me, love love me, love love.
Girl in the groove with the big bust on,
Big bust on, big bust on.
Wait till your mother and your papa's gone,
Papa's gone
Momma, momma papa, shock shock me,
Shock shock me, shock shock.
Everybody's gonna love today,
Gonna love today, gonna love today
I said,
Everybody's gonna love today, gonna love today,
Anyway you want to, anyway you've got to,
Love love me, love love me, love love.
Carolina sits on '95,
Give her a dollar and she'll make you smile.
Hook her, book her, nook her, walk away!
Girl dresses like a kid for fun,
Licks her lips like they're something other,
Tries to tell you life has just begun,
But you know she's getting something other
Than the love from her mother
Everybody's gonna love today,
Love today, love today
Everybody's gonna love today,
Anyway you want to, anyway you've got to,
Love love me, love love me, love love.
Girl in the groove with the big bust on,
Big bust on, big bust on.
Wait till your mother and your papa's gone,
Papa's gone
Momma, momma papa, shock shock me,
Shock shock me, shock shock.
I said,
Everybody's gonna love today,
Gonna love today, gonna love today
I said,
Everybody's gonna love today,
Gonna love today,
Anyway you want to, anyway you've got to,
Love love me, love love me, love love.
Doom da da di da di Doom da da di da di
Doom da da di da di Doom da da di da di.....
Everybody's gonna love today,
Gonna love today, gonna love today
Everybody's gonna love today,
Gonna love today,
Anyway you want to, anyway you've got to,
Love love me, love love me, love love.
Doom da da di da di Doom da da di da di
Doom da da di da di Doom da da di da di.....
Mika - Love Today
posted by spes 2:58 pm
the truth:
posted by spes 2:19 am 0 comments
it only takes a minute to meet someone special..
an hour to appreciate that someone..
a day to love that person..
and an entire lifetime to forget them..
posted by spes 2:19 am 0 comments
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
sister jack:
I know like totally.. you noticed it too right.. I haven't written like, anything at all for countless months, but I will take the time off my world of warcraft to write something, like now.. but oh like, shit.. I can't say anything at the moment.. I just realized that I've got promises to keep and lies to cover so I'm just gonna blur the lines as much as possible.. by the way, my gut was right.. my insides just felt funny from months and months before and I see things just a little different.. it's just our little favorite past time.. but now that we've all left it all in the elevator, I can honestly say I had fun.. I really really did.. I wouldn't have figured it to be inspiring but heck who knew.. and despite Canada day and public protests, I'm willing to give it another shot.. go for the under-dog.. I've always been like that.. but I guess there's not enough beats to hold us together.. I'll regret it.. I know I will.. but I would have to say it's about time.. I must say however, I was glad to be home.. long waits in the bus and between rounds kept me thinking about all the wrong reasons and there was chunks of period of time that I'd just be going back and forth about it.. but I can never get that right reason.. unless only if it was meant to be an advice.. then everything comes spilling out.. didn't end too well though.. that's why I need to get out this weekend to erase that little bit of memory.. hook up.. take drugs.. rift one's base.. whatever it takes.. just gotta keep running.. and we'll figure it out on the way.. I'm sorry if this doesn't make sense.. I really do appreciate that you've all actually made it this far with all that nonsense given that most of my post are just random pictures and videos and music.. but this is just between me and my head.. and of course.. my new vagina..
posted by spes 4:57 am 0 comments
posted by spes 4:57 am 0 comments
hey fuzzy:
posted by spes 4:45 am 1 comments
I finally got my new vagina! and guess what? it's armani!
posted by spes 4:45 am 1 comments
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Monday, July 02, 2007
and you can pour your heart out but her reasoning will block:
Because I heard jess tell her that, he loves her. That there aren’t real words to describe the single things that are single-handedly singling you out, that there is just is this illogical expanse of time and it moves so logically on, it dizzies you. Because it’s wanting the best for him, but there aren’t any pawns, or bishops, or knights to sway him. That it’s just the parallel of you, but opposite, because it’s hard and already they’re giving up. That you know that because there only so much you can do to help those who fail to help themselves, (and you’re frightened in the corner because) knowing this is only knowing yourself. That the time that should reverse only ever goes forwards in this urgent manner and you’re wanting it to CALM DOWN only to find it’s not only calm but dead. That there isn’t any glue sticking her down, only this flat heavy cement wall melting over and you can stop them from laying brick upon brick, only you choose not to. Because she’s not fighting it. That you want to save her, because she’s that quiet care, that fragile bed always worth wanting, the only thing really worth saving. Because you actually believe the things she says when she’s always saying that IT’S OKAY but always angry, always disappointed when you see she herself is laying on another 5 bricks. Because we all borrowed this thing we call time and you can’t put it back, you can only give it away, because boxes aren’t worth keeping, no matter how much you want her to know. Because you wanted so much for her, because if she knew that I’d give her my last bite, that’s she always the last laugh, the sensible sorrow, because my empty jar is emptier for her, that snow falls for her, that birds want to fly for her, for her, because even the wind carries farther, so much so even black becomes lighter, the ground is softer under her, that even when there isn’t enough air for the all of us that I’m for her, I’m for her, I’M FOR HER…if she could only want it for herself.
posted by fuzzkill 8:38 pm 0 comments
Because I heard jess tell her that, he loves her. That there aren’t real words to describe the single things that are single-handedly singling you out, that there is just is this illogical expanse of time and it moves so logically on, it dizzies you. Because it’s wanting the best for him, but there aren’t any pawns, or bishops, or knights to sway him. That it’s just the parallel of you, but opposite, because it’s hard and already they’re giving up. That you know that because there only so much you can do to help those who fail to help themselves, (and you’re frightened in the corner because) knowing this is only knowing yourself. That the time that should reverse only ever goes forwards in this urgent manner and you’re wanting it to CALM DOWN only to find it’s not only calm but dead. That there isn’t any glue sticking her down, only this flat heavy cement wall melting over and you can stop them from laying brick upon brick, only you choose not to. Because she’s not fighting it. That you want to save her, because she’s that quiet care, that fragile bed always worth wanting, the only thing really worth saving. Because you actually believe the things she says when she’s always saying that IT’S OKAY but always angry, always disappointed when you see she herself is laying on another 5 bricks. Because we all borrowed this thing we call time and you can’t put it back, you can only give it away, because boxes aren’t worth keeping, no matter how much you want her to know. Because you wanted so much for her, because if she knew that I’d give her my last bite, that’s she always the last laugh, the sensible sorrow, because my empty jar is emptier for her, that snow falls for her, that birds want to fly for her, for her, because even the wind carries farther, so much so even black becomes lighter, the ground is softer under her, that even when there isn’t enough air for the all of us that I’m for her, I’m for her, I’M FOR HER…if she could only want it for herself.posted by fuzzkill 8:38 pm 0 comments
