godlessness

southeastasia readings always throw up hilarious stories. cue pineapples marching around in tonnes with ladies of flaming genitals. today's hilarious sentence from Tarling [religion and anti-colonial movements, p223], "Batak resistance to colonial rule centred on the Si Singa Mangaraja ('great-king-kind-of-lion') figure."

i miss the times we'd share funny images. i dont even talk to you anymore; our lives have diverged from the point where i started to look at the black. maybe i'll blame you.

black black heart

it describes a kind of degenerated nonchalance, of not bothering of others' values. it liberalises from without the kind of exasperation that you sense everytime you tell yourself "no, this must be wrong".it tells of fellatio and godlessness; a release of but hardening of the heart.

i think i might have hijacked schopenhauer.this might not be what i mean.i might have led dharma and aziah to believe in something even i dont.the mahjong paper must be ripped down to prevent further pseudo-enlightenment.
because i want to say this: f***! when i say its mine dont you f***ing give me shit that its not.you can take your f***ing jingoistic values and shove it up your ass!

i'm beginning to understand. when people ask you and say they want to know, they dont really, because they have no clue what they're headed for. its a world of sex, drugs and death.

it's called puberty, mummy.

music in my head :: belle and sebastian songs, all of them