Rigour mortis Barbie and Ken dolls

"Oh, I just can't go through it again." [S]he said

Nobody asked you to, darlin'

"I just can't pretend that I care."

Well, whoever thought that you did?

(O Maybe I by Chapel Club)

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Skies are painted colours of a cowboy cliche

Despite the double chem, today was actually a wonderful day.

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Brave enough?

"Peacock" by Katy Perry is so catchy and addictive for all the wrong reasons.

Grrawr.

That's the first word [sound?] that comes to mind.

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Sabotage and sin

All the waves of blame arrange as broken scenery.

(Quiet by Rachael Yamagata)

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You move slow like daytime drama, you do.

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I've been feeling UBER sluggish lately. Hence the lack of new posts.

Do I have to get into work mode again?

DO I REALLY? :|

I will get a truckload of work done.

Nada.

I will wake up early.

Nada.

I will multi-task.

Nada.

I will not get distracted.

MAJOR NADA.

I can't believe it's been nearly a week since I haven't even stepped out of the house! I mean, not even my terrace! I've been boarding up the windows with cushions.

TOO MUCH SUNLIGHT.

* shrivels and turns to dust a la vampire *

Not that I'm much of a winter person, though. Can't we just have some temperate, mild weather? Would it kill the sun to just dial back on the shiny-ness?

Oh and 10.10.10 :)

You wake up, another year is gone

HELLO YOU! :D

I suddenly feel so out of it. What's been happening?

There's nothing like a day of successive video games to leave you feeling spaced out, huh? :P

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Akiko

Akiko was an autumn child. It was always the same for her when autumn finally came around. Every afternoon when the sky was ruby-tinged and the breeze blew just the right way; she’d settle herself under a canopy of copper leaves with a warm, comforting mug of apple cider. She’d inhale the silvery scent of hawthorn blossoms, abundant with plump, poisonous berries. She’d yearn to pick them from their snug little boughs at the mere thought of their juicy redness dying her tongue scarlet just as autumn enveloped the apple orchards in crimson fruit. Her almost unnaturally auburn hair would blend with the woods as they donned a cloak of chestnut and terracotta. Her rosebud lips would stain the periwinkle sea cochineal. She would meticulously rake every last leaf on the ground into a neat heap only to jump into her perfect pile. Scattered leaves floated to the ground in a vermillion ballet, as she’d sing a mellifluous tune for them…

Her voice cracked as she softly spoke the last word. The creases in her forehead eased out as she saw the tranquil expression on her daughter’s face. It was time.

Akiko’s coffin slid into the oven. Eighty minutes later, on a ceramic platform lay her bones. With a pair of chopsticks, her mother daintily picked them up and placed them in a delicately painted urn. Lastly, she carefully laid a charred autumn leaf inside.

For Akiko was an autumn child and always would be.

x---------x

Suggestions, comments, critiques, anything really, lemme know. :-)

Somehow awry

But I'm tongue-tied and terrified of what I'll say.

(I'd Hate To You Be When People Find Out What This Song Is About by Mayday Parade)

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Modern minds and pastimes...

The Mad Hatter:

Have I gone mad?

Alice:

I'm afraid so, you're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret-

all the best people are.

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Boxed in

Uninspired

:|

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Senseless acts of beauty, yes?

"Better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for the public and have no self."

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An experimental piece.

Lemme know what you think! :)

It was all an emerald blur. She was running so fast that the entire green landscape merged into one seamless stretch. Thorns ripped at her flesh. Rough stones chafed her feet. Her white dress was in tatters. She ran until she was sure she’d lost him somewhere in the dense foliage. She pictured his face twisted in a look of horror, resting in a ravine. Just then, large hands wrapped around her shoulders and yanked her backwards. She fell and hit her head. Her vision was momentarily blotted out with ugly inky spots. But even then, she knew it was him. It was the same pair of hands that had held onto hers when she was learning to ride a bicycle. It was the same face that smiled with pride at her first solo harp performance. But now his hands were rough and his mouth turned into a snarl.

He eyed her white dress. “You’ll look pretty in red, don’t you think?” He grimaced, positioning his gun. Without wasting a second, he pulled the trigger.

Eruve launched out of bed, struggling with the duvet. Her matted hair stuck to her forehead. She looked around her bedroom and everything looked normal.

“Just a nightmare.” She murmured to herself and went back to sleep.

She awoke the next morning, fully recovered from the horrible nightmare. She saw her father reading the newspaper.

“Good morning, dear. I thought I’d let you sleep in on your birthday. But since you’re awake, why don’t you go and try on your special birthday gown!” He smiled.

As Eruve excitedly walked into her parents’ room, she saw it lying on the dresser.

Her father called out from the next room, “You’ll look pretty in red, don’t you think?”

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The Terminatress

xD

I believe the eradication of young children to be a worthy cause.

(the 7-year-olds must go first!)

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Is it me or is it just my state of mind?

I want to see miracles, see the world change

Wrestled the angel, for more than a name

For more than a feeling

For more than a cause.

(24 by Switchfoot)

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(Yeah! And the angel was some tough competition O_o)

Making a time bomb so I can blow it up in your face

"Wear a watch." she said

And I looked at her quizzically.

Kill time x)

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Oops?

Pay my respects to grace and virtue

Send my condolences to good

Give my regards to soul and romance

They always did the best they could

(Human by The Killers)

xD

But even apocalypse is fleeting

And everything inside screams for second life.

We were meant to live for so much more.

(Meant To Live by Switchfoot)

I feel like such an insomniac

Scrap that.

I AM an insomniac.

Is it even fair that most people get to sleep and are jam-packed with energy and incessantly irritating questions when you're permanently enervated and wish there were electronic walkways covering every square kilometre of the freakin' city?

The answer's no, it's NOT.

If I can't get it, I'm going to ruin the idea of sleep for everybody else too.

The next person to ask me why I'm sleepy shall be throttled like nobody has ever been throttled.

-.-

I'll sleep when I'm dead.

Until then, chuck it. :)

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She took the midnight train going anywhere

The future is a question mark

Of kerosene and electric sparks

(Burn Out Bright by John Foreman)

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My declaration

For once I want to be the car crash

Not always just the traffic jam.

(Headlights on Dark Roads by Snow Patrol)

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