Monday, August 27, 2007
"We must always be intoxicated: whether on wine, on poetry, or on virtue, whichever suits our inclination - but we must be intoxicated"- Baudelaire, an absolutely decadent French poet.
oh please let me be inebriated in the beauty of words, imagination and visceral needs. sometimes humans need some surrealism to assuage the wounds of the living. living this damn damn world, chasing for that wee pot of gold, and that (oh it blights my mouth to say) dream job.
hush hush, please leave me alone, i need to worry about my future.
what you, you repulsive parody.
hello to you peanut-crunching crowd, shoving in droves to watch the duel. my duel.
ps: the more i look at my lit lecturer, the more he looks like squidward. they even share the same kind of dry humour, and that wry comportment. its uncanny! haha
