introduced by a friend of a friend

god that was strange to see you again
introduced by a friend of a friend

i'm not sorry i met you
i'm not sorry it's over
i'm not sorry there's nothing to say

play in the park

yesterday i played in the park until i got ill. it didnt take too long on the roundabout, but that's ok.
the seesaw was good. i sat there with my justinkie and we spoke about things that matter.
i suppose you're not supposed to do that when you're pretending to be a kid, but we never do things the right way anyway.
i dont quite remember what it was that went on between us, but i do know that it was real and that when we speak about things that matter, they do. who cares if you can't remember it completely the next day. it's all about the moment, isnt it. the moment that keeps you moving?
that is what we live for afterall.
up and down. hovering. then up and down. then hovering and staring. then up and down again. the hovering and staring and saying. then up and down again again. then hovering then staring then saying then listening then feeling then processing then observing. then off.
when is it that the kid within you drifts away? does it? has it? when arent you allowed to be a kid? when you're a parent? when you're exposed to the horrors? or is it in that moment that you're supposed to be a kid?
why should there be an answer?

what would an answer mean anyway?

how ironic to be asking questions.
i guess that's the effect that thinking and always thinking and not being able to put my thoughts into a succint form of words or something at least a little more tangible.
when will our thoughts ever be exposed to the universe? perhaps over coffee.
til then, rest.

quaark

a little reality check

check this shit out

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tR-kKh-r0P0&feature=player_embedded

kan jy glo

there are days where i feel completely overwhelmed by information coming from all angles, conflicting and stimulating and demanding and, so nearly, justified.
i don't quite know what to make of days like these because whenever i sit down and want to write about my latest philosophy, or idea, or consensus on life, it feels like every single thought that has passed through my mind rushes to my finger tips. then, in my fingertips, i feel
numb.
my thoughts are...
congested and i am left with nothing.
no value, no fundamental thinking.
i blame university and the culture of knowledge.

[too much information for a thinking person]

that is why i like this picture, and feel it is relevant to my day. here is this humble man with his humble elephant, most probably in humble india, and probably at more peace without such a rush of information on day to day basis.
i feel as if we are forced to think, and by being forced to think, we thinking nothing at all.
it's all pretend in the end.

isn't she just lovely?

the national

MUST FIND - 'FAKE EMPIRE' AND 'GREEN GLOVES'
emphasis on must.

" bluebirds on our shoulder, we're half awake in a fake empire. "

expekt

blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed
- alexander pope

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FLORENCE AND THE MACHINES - The Dog Days.

Happiness hit her like a train on a track
Coming towards her stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with her drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
Because here they come

And I never wanted anything from you
Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh
Happiness hit her like a bullet in the head
Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
Because here they come

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your loving, your loving behind
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
Because here they come

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run

i.... i dont know.

i... i dont know. i guess only children know what they're looking for.
everything. everything, in its right place.
if you know what this means, let it console you.
if not, well let me explain. everything must be in its right place for you to be where you are now. what's gone before has put you where you are now. where you are now is a stepping stone for where you're going to be. so dont despair, know that this is all a journey of the mind. of the heart and of your feet. everything, everything is always on motion and is where it is because life is a delicate mechanism of a series of events.