Turquoise Turtles...
[digs into the pancake]
Shoestrunghopepeaches – cheer up, can’t be much longer
Bluedyedcynicalrecluse – In this post modernist era of dejection and megalomania, how can you harbor hope for someone to come rescue you or your ambitions? It’s just hopeless.
Shoestrunghopepeaches – C’mon we just need to travel a little further and we shall arrive?
Bluedyedcynicalrecluse – arrive? Where? What direction are we headed in? We’re aimless remember. We’re vagabonds. We’ll never reach coz our direction is wayward.
Shoestrunghopepeaches – *gives up* alright we’ll just wait at this crossroad until we decide where to head.
Bluedyedcynicalrecluse – heh ..you want to head in all directions, yet fear to tread. You’re excited to explore yet u’re tied down by a routine obligation.You’re willing to risk it, but u’re never sure if it’s worth it. How will you and I ever know if it’s the right direction? And what is the right direction? What is it that we’re looking for or are we just looking? Sometimes we want, we explore, we abandon, we regret. We call it a waste of time and effort. And then sometimes we just vegetate, like now.
Shoestrunghopepeaches – Until you move in a certain direction, how’s one to know, if that’s what will make you jump, skip , hop.
Bluedyedcynicalrecluse – Jump. Skip, Hop? If u’re seeking happiness then why are you whiling your time taking a refuge in dejection with me. To relish suffering you do not move on. It’s a society of appearances. You appear happy, but you enjoy suffering. Or sometimes you detest suffering and compromise yourself completely coz finally you think you’ve discovered happiness.. But it’s a slap in your face. Coz it always evades you…smiles are momentary.
*black out*
Sitting atop a scenic café, it’s pitch dark. Only the stars shine but their light does’nt reach them. It's a surreal moment. Revalation yet denial. Shoestrunghopepeaches and bluedyedcynicalrecluse continue to gorge on a chocolate pancake.
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Ever been a state of complete abandon..when you’ve thought about nothing in particular. Think that’s what they call some strange peace…a momentary repose. No linear thought, no mind games, just surreal pictures in a bizarre movement. They make their own stories and sub dialogues. You’ve just let yourself sink into oblivion. It’s self-denial. It’s scary but it’s a crazy free-fall.
Shoestrunghopepeaches – cheer up, can’t be much longer
Bluedyedcynicalrecluse – In this post modernist era of dejection and megalomania, how can you harbor hope for someone to come rescue you or your ambitions? It’s just hopeless.
Shoestrunghopepeaches – C’mon we just need to travel a little further and we shall arrive?
Bluedyedcynicalrecluse – arrive? Where? What direction are we headed in? We’re aimless remember. We’re vagabonds. We’ll never reach coz our direction is wayward.
Shoestrunghopepeaches – *gives up* alright we’ll just wait at this crossroad until we decide where to head.
Bluedyedcynicalrecluse – heh ..you want to head in all directions, yet fear to tread. You’re excited to explore yet u’re tied down by a routine obligation.You’re willing to risk it, but u’re never sure if it’s worth it. How will you and I ever know if it’s the right direction? And what is the right direction? What is it that we’re looking for or are we just looking? Sometimes we want, we explore, we abandon, we regret. We call it a waste of time and effort. And then sometimes we just vegetate, like now.
Shoestrunghopepeaches – Until you move in a certain direction, how’s one to know, if that’s what will make you jump, skip , hop.
Bluedyedcynicalrecluse – Jump. Skip, Hop? If u’re seeking happiness then why are you whiling your time taking a refuge in dejection with me. To relish suffering you do not move on. It’s a society of appearances. You appear happy, but you enjoy suffering. Or sometimes you detest suffering and compromise yourself completely coz finally you think you’ve discovered happiness.. But it’s a slap in your face. Coz it always evades you…smiles are momentary.
*black out*
Sitting atop a scenic café, it’s pitch dark. Only the stars shine but their light does’nt reach them. It's a surreal moment. Revalation yet denial. Shoestrunghopepeaches and bluedyedcynicalrecluse continue to gorge on a chocolate pancake.
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Ever been a state of complete abandon..when you’ve thought about nothing in particular. Think that’s what they call some strange peace…a momentary repose. No linear thought, no mind games, just surreal pictures in a bizarre movement. They make their own stories and sub dialogues. You’ve just let yourself sink into oblivion. It’s self-denial. It’s scary but it’s a crazy free-fall.
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