And in a mere instant
Everyone could hear the poor swallow cry
Standing next to its companion
Shrieking for it to move again

It was a strange sight
For one jumped around so erratically
In a vain attempt to revive its mate
While the other lay motionless, ignorant of the pain it was causing

Perhaps the swallow knew
Knew that its attempts would change nothing
That screaming for its lost love
Was only a farce

And yet it weeps
With a forlorn shriek
So genuine, so pure
That it could not be fabricated

And in that mere instant
I prayed for the bird
To be able to look away
And spread its wings once more.

Okay so I had a dream.

The first 20 minutes or so were irrelevant - something about getting water with my family.  After we got home from that, though, my sister was like “Oh, did you know [cousin’s name here] made a music video?”  At first, I thought it was gonna be one of those terrible home made dealies with the 480p and bag lighting and whatnot.  I thought wrong.

The premise of the video started out a lot like Katy Perry’s “Last Friday Night” but then quickly devolved into the amalgamated bits and pieces of whatever my mind wanted to recall.  First and foremost, the video itself was shot like those popular Youtube music vidyas with the HD and the brightness akin to the stuff by Kevjumba/Nigahiga/etc.  And so my cousin is throwing the party and all the Asian Youtube stars got together (as they usually do for music videos) and they were all having fun times.  My cousin was running around trying to mingle with everyone with great success and it was a very lighthearted partylike atmosphere for a while.  Then comes in 4 guys, 2 of which I made up in my head and 2 of which were my little brother.  That’s right.  2 of them were one person.

They were all supposed to be dorky looking and I guess break up the vibes of the party, much to D-Trix’s and Clara C’s chagrin.  What made this dream stick out to me, though was that there were two characters that were just my brother.  That is, one was my normal brother, and the other one was a miniature, 60% smaller version of him with a paper hat that said “Erick” on it (which is weird considering his name is “Kevin”).  So then the normal sized brother picked up and used the miniature version to pick up chicks which didn’t work because he talked to cowboys instead.  Then in the aftermath of the party, my cousin’s big moral of the story was “Oh, so that’s why Hulk Hogan doesn’t throw any parties.  It never leads to anything.”

What could this possibly mean.

Fuck yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooou

Hail Zyzz, full of gainz

The aesthetics are with you

Blessed art thou amongst lifters

And blessed is the mass of your bulk

For thou hast got us mirin, and saved our souls

Amen.

Brothers and sisters, family and friends
Ears and attention, I ask you to lend
Beauty surrounds us in bountiful spades
Though its value fades by the end of the day
From the smell of the trees
To the touch of the breeze
The sounds coming from me
And the world that you see
Mutability forces these feelings to die
Sensations that our memories might keep alive
So then why do we always waste our time?
Selling our souls just to earn a dime?
Let us bathe in this light
And with all of our might
Do away with the strife
So we may indulge, enjoy
In the beauty of life

gorecore:

katipo:

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WHY CAN’T I DANCE LIKE THIS

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I felt like I had to share how nice my was today with the world

And after all this time, I still find myself reminiscing about what we had; the smiles that struck me when we held hands and even that tingling sensation I got when I called you before I went to bed.  I can keep on lying to myself, but when it comes down to it, you’re all I really want.  To hold, to embrace, to let me know that I’m still capable of feeling love.  Despite arguments and conflict, I can’t remember another moment in my life when I was happier, and for a while, I thought it would stay that way.

I don’t know after this if I can still say that I miss you; it’s more like I’m mourning the loss of who you once were.  What stands before me is a cold, callous effigy of someone who I was once willing to dedicate my life to.  I’m sure that by knowing how I subject myself to a cyclical torment, you can rest easier.  That while you’re out enjoying yourself without a care in the world, I still can’t find myself trusting anyone in fear that they could do what you did to me.  That every moment which I spend trying not to think about what could have happened is an escape into a joyous period of rest.  

So enjoy it.  Knowing that I still long for something.  Knowing that you’ll be much happier than me.  Knowing that you might very well be the only person I can give my heart to.  Knowing that I would give up anything to redo everything.

Because God knows I won’t.

Regular size of my dinners since I was 13 or so.  Even my mom believes in “Go big or go home.”

“If you can’t handle me at my worst, then you don’t deserve me at my best.”

roughly translates into 

“I’m not even gonna try to change.”