Ga2(au).2

chocolat

Time

Flies.


[..August was good. September is gooder. Leave October to October..]

This is not a title

and this is not a text.

[You are not reading this. You haven't had dinner yet but you are having dessert. A hot creme brule with a fresh brewed coffee. If you think you're perfectly sane, it's merely a thought.]

I know you don't read this

I have not been at my best.

My dog

never laughs.

when they laughed,

they left us alone.

when we laughed,

they were being jelous

when you laughed,

you were not hiding anything.

when I laughed,

I was hiding my fears

Stir

your e
mo
tion
no
love
no
evol
u
tion

dOg Z eAt dOg Z wOrLd Z

(prisons are sometimes sounder and safer)

A tinge of peach

Days are jingled
when nights are jangled

When days are tingled
Nights are tangled

Make days mingled
so nights are mangled

And a quack quack bangle
with a moo moo angle

Days of isolation

...I like this familiar smell. It used to be a washroom before they equipped it with a million dollar baby. There is no ventilation between the concrete walls. They don't bring me food, nor water either. I used to be good when I was outside. I don't know why they turned me in. They say they want to teach me how to deal with all those junks out there. They want me to think for myself not for others. They say I need to learn how to deal with too much goodness. I like the smell, so I don't mind staying for a while. I am trying to think now but these mind waves distract me. They don't let me think hard enough to find things out. I have to find out how to deal with the junks out there. Yes, that's exactly it. I have to think. Smells like old buildings. This room has a character I tell you. The character of a prison. Will they bring me food?...

Ever had a race with time?

I will catch up with you later!

High-way

When longing is short-lived
Temptation is long-lived
You then wonder if you're high
Or if the way is too long for a short-cut

Fun

is
Enough

Tick

is
Tock

Tragedy

is
Comedy

Malady

When bored of self, change your clothes
Like a hungry snake preying on a crocodile
Or a naked emperor preying on attention
Ask the sun to cover the moons with clouds

K-us

When organization
Lacks
Mind
Goes astray
In
Chaos
Language
Subdues culture
Being
Loses sight
And organization
Lacks

First Aid

Cutting hands to take gold bracelets
Fighting over who gets the wallets
Displacing the rocks to rescue jewelry not people
Money makes the world go...rounder...

LadyBug

A lady bug landed on my bare arm's skin when I was walking my walk. I am merely talking my walk now, but let me tell you this. That walk has occupied my mind eversince morning. What did she want to tell me? I fell in love with its beautiful sense of fashion, wearing red and black wings, like the devil, personifying an angel with a message.

[..thanks for giving me my dose of love today..]

Cry

About nothing in particular.
Intensely though.
It's sunny out.
Will it rain?

Chekhov's Lady, with a lapdog

When self pleasure raises above pledged commitments
the secret life pleasures take over the authentic
and the real colors get tainted by those imagined
so much so that the authentic arouses no curiosity
and the imagined becomes more real.

You then wonder if you really want the real back
or
would you rather acknowledge the fading memories
or
embrace the unreal altogether and above all?

Choice is yours. Please. Help yourself. But don't regret. Please. Ever been disappointed with endings? When does an ending end and a beginning begin?

[..craving for peace and beauty perpetuates our movements towards unity, regardless. So, why so serious son?..]

Incurable

Romantic bend of mind clouds my eyes sometimes.

[..must be the damned love wine they injected into my veins like heroine powder when I was delivered from the fairyland..]

Too late too soon

the world is a different place
when you sleep on the edge for two hours
before the coffee smell wakes you up
to a pretty mess of organized papers
showered with good day wish notes and midnight kisses
and the sky's blazing darkness through the full moon
makes you realize that you didn't wake up
to the coffee smell
but to the full moon of blank pages
running through your veins

Humanimalism

Man wore a mask
to cover the wild animal
gone insane
within
the skin of a sheep
feasting over prays
of other wild animals
gone insane
within
the skin of a sheep
Woman wore a mask

Give me a B

A
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R
K
S
H
S
A
R
P
M
C
A
H
J
A
L
A
S
V
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[to the god of...alphabets...]

réception

le temps soleil brille
Je s'allonger
dénuement s'épanouir sous le soleil
de mon corps

De. ja. vu.

Someone asked me today... 'is your name Emily?'
I only smiled back in shock...
We...parted...in silence...

[...To three months of my life...]

Self-less-ness

Ever looked into the eyes of another so deep so you could think all his thoughts, feel all his emotions, and perceive all his perceptions and the way he playfully embodies these three into a fleshly package?
I can do that sometimes with some people of some kind. It scares me to death. It is also the most beautiful thing I will ever be able to see with my eyes before I die. What I see is their self-less-ness unmasked through a mirroring magical play.

Security in Insecurity

The world revolves around insecurities, and the way we deal with insecurities: we hide them, oppose them, supress them, give in to them, abuse them, or hold it against one another.
If it could revolve around love one day, people would deal with their insecurities by just letting them be.
That world is my dream.
Let's start with self first.

Nothing remains in eternit..y

when words are tiring
even silence doesn't say it enough
take me to a show
in which I can watch you disappear
in the streams of moonlight
to hide a fleeting ghost
and rest in the midst of a smoky stage
among the mona lisa strangeness
of the sacred smiles
of disappearing silhouettes
before the eternity of my eyes
..Je vais aller dormir

A viewpoint of deep time in the land of imagery

My blog on a wooden chair
Sent by a friend

How's death?

Beautifully devastating.

How's life?

Devastatingly Beautiful.

Maxim Gorky

I would chose intelligent writing if I was stuck between personal honesty and sincere support of the regime. Writers are engineers of the human soul, afterall, although not all.

Wisdom recipe

Secrets are not secrets when they are told anymore.
Telling your secrets strips you naked but destroys your barriers.
Once you tell your secrets, find new ones.
Do this process as many times as you can, until you explode.

My secrets!

I am silent when you leave me
I cry when you hurt me
I am beautiful when you love me
I go weak in the knees when you don't leave me
My eyes glitter when you protect me
My head feels light when you whisper to me
My heart dances waltz when you stay with me
My body desires your wrapped arms around me
My soul needs to belong to you more than my body needs sleep, food or air.

[...and she faints after these words are uttered...this is her secretary...]

Rhythms

répéter 10 fois,
toutes les 10 minutes,
pour une journée.

The games we play...

Thank you ladies and gentlemen.
I am not falling in traps.
I have got a prison of my own.
Thank you very much.

08.08.08

Synchronicity is my favorite game in the universe

Perpetuation

Something in the repeats make them not the same, like three writings of the same thing. Like cursing at the annoying tone of the phone when it rings at 7 in the morning and hearing a sleepy faint voice from the other end saying "rain rain rain, it's raining today". Like meeting the familiar eyes of a stranger's face when time and space change all the time [and space]. The earth's position changes. Your cells wouldn't be the same. One osteoblast dies when one osteoclast is born. But you repeat the same tasks over. What are in these repeats? What would you do otherwise if you ever could? Me? I wouldn't change anything. Is the unknown better than the known? You will not die until you evolve in your repeats, I know that. I dreamt about it last night when two flying sharks were pointing towards my unprotected body tied down to a piece of wood in the middle of an angry ocean. The dream must have been rooting from my anger at myself for being so smoky with someone and feeling helpless as to how to speak so she can understand my words aren't harsh but what needs to be done needs to be done. Are you a stranger when things are strange? Is this snake feeling any different by being on the left side of the cage compared to yesterday when it was on the right side? I sang for the snake today and it listened to my voice very attentively by bringing its head up the cage. How can a snake with no ears listen to my vocal vibrations when she can't listen to me with her ears? The answer is, no one listens. No one listens without their barriers and filters in listening. I grant you and me that and only that. If I were the god of evolution, I would give humans half a mouth, four eyes and four ears. My heart-beats today are not the same as yesterday. Must be the ocean's waves in my dream last night. Ever been a stranger to your heart?

Magnifique

Aurais-je obtenu de matières grasses si j'avais mangé toute la beauté que je vois devant mes yeux?
Oui Oui, tu exploses

Magnifique

Aurais-je obtenu de matières grasses si j'ai mangé toute la beauté que je vois devant mes yeux?
Oui Oui, tu exploses

Magnifique

Aurais-je obtenir de matières grasses si j'ai mangé toute la beauté que je vois devant mes yeux?
Oui Oui, vous exploser

DeMoKraTiK TiK TiK TiK

Oba-Ma-Ton-Clin
PuPpeTs DaNcE fOr PuPpeTeErS
CoLoR dOeS nOt MatTeR iF yOu ArE a PuPpEt
NoT gEnDeR eItHeR
MoNeY AnD pOwEr SpIcEd WiTh PoLiCiEs
nO wAr fOr PeAcE sLoGaN
Oba-Ma-Ton-Clin

To you, for me

.


[Somethings I say...sometimes...when you're not there
and...sometimes...somethings I say...when you're there]

Title

I don't want to write today.
Just want to leave this page blank.
No communication.
Only silence.
Don't read these today.
Read them
yesterday.

Simulacra

The war in Vietnam never happened. It was only on TV, Baudrillard said.
The only difference between suicide and murder is press coverage.

[You connect the logics if you catch my drift. Thank you.]

Magnetism

When Sun's magnetic activity is at its maximum
On August 1st 2019
I have a date in Kuujjuaq

My Saudi billionaire husband who made a fortune by selling camels, and my tribe of children can not join me

Your French wife who doesn't let you go on dates alone and kids begging you to go camel riding can not join you

Just two magnets in Kuujjuaq
On August 1st 2019
When Sun's magnetic activity is at its maximum