Archive for July 2006
As long as we laugh out loud, laugh like we’re mad, cause this crazy, mixed up beauty is all that we have.
Posted by: heyday on: July 19, 2006
And we were staring, seeing, taking it all in when I said, “This is worth an entry by itself,” – not because I am one of those people who can’t do anything, watch anything or hear anything without putting it on the Internet but because, to be practical, it is more likely for me to [...]
Truth is stranger than fiction.
Posted by: heyday on: July 15, 2006
- In: Books| First-person
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I sit on one side of the black leather sofa, the side against the window, wishing I could lie down instead. But this is a public place, the people sharing this space with me would certainly disapprove such a display of private comfort. It is not rude, surely, how can a preference of such harmless [...]
If you could pick and choose from the top of the shelf, it wouldn’t have worked because you’d be aiming too high.
Posted by: heyday on: July 5, 2006
If I have thoughts of death – death that happens when you throw yourself off the block or fall down a long flight of staircase (and I am only capable of imagining suicide in these two ways, strangely) – if I wonder about it, about what would be on your mind on your way down, [...]
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