Intellectual Property

Heart in a Cage (how cliche, that love comes from your heart. I can't believe myself sometimes.)

It's so much easier to fight, you'd think the opposite
but what terrifies me on most days is how someday
we must all succumb. Give up the fight, and embrace ...
Fate.

Surrender.

Repeat this: I am the Best Product of the entire equation.
(if marriage were as simply complexed as mathematics)

Happy anniversary, folks.

My thoughts were hurting my brain, so I got up,
took them out & put them inside my diary.
But my diary started to cry and so did all my
stuffed toys until I couldn't help but weep along
quietly with them.

How convenient it is that we are all waterproof.

So much to draw draw draw draw draw. Before I start I shall gallop once, around the house with an imaginary horde of horses laughing until we (horses and me) collapse and end up crying. I think draw(ers) should get credit it's brainwork too. Then again don't: how is this smart?

This is just painful.
Until then, everybody. My oesophagus hurts.

If you didn't already know,
The Princess couldn't sleep because there was a pea under her 30 or so mattresses.

The Artist, if put under the similar situation however, would dig out that pea &
accidentally eat it (naturally, because The Artist is starving) & then pull
some artistic, contemporary stunt of trying to sleep under those 30 mattresses or so.

Sadly, this would inevitably lead to suffocation and tragic flatination.
But I mean, whatever right? The Artist sold his soul to Art and embraced
all the abnormalities and strangeness that came along with it & would do
anything, anything to go out with a BAM. Or a squish.

I suddenly wish I was a Princess instead (not claiming that I am an Artist,
I don't know what I am, I am clearly just a disturbed, insomniac child.)
But more often than not, I wish my mind would leave me alone and it would
be much easier to fallafuckingsleep.

You. Were. Real.
You made it seem that it was all so easy
to be beautiful, all graceful, poetic and tortured.
I guess it never is.
I hope it didn't hurt- I hope it's everyone's regret and not yours.
I know you know now that we,
I,
loved you, so easily
i'll never have the chance either way to say it but, I love you
I love you I love you.


Daul Kim 31 May 1989 - 19 November 2009

You can't ride two horses with one ass, Sugarbee.
(So why can one horse ride two asses? We are all unfortunately still very much sexist or I don't know just what because you thought I was deep but no really I'm just stupid. I wish my butt was the size of my brain, then maybe I wouldn't be so self-conscious. Or nasty. IKEA Meatballs + Soup + other ingenious ways to embarrass yourself and look like hooker 101 or just chasing our childhood ghosts along Jalan Bukit Merah. When it's with you I feel like we can do anything. And for the millionth time we shall say, "We're sisters"
It's a pity, we never have days like these.)

yes.

I cannot bear the guilt of your broken heart
so I had to break my own one too.

Why'd you give it to me? I told you I told you
I do not love. It wasn't a lie, it was a warning.
I do not need it as I do not need you or your useless heart.

I have altogether 2 hearts and 2 much heartache.

The truth is we are all just sad, pathetic creatures
who react to & execute Our Great Depression differently.
(if you do not admit/realise you are intrinsically depressed,
I feel really depressed for you.)

You feel compelled & so you say "I Love You"
I feel condemned & so I say "I don't".

When your back is breaking
When every breath hurts as fuck
When your parents are crying "I wish I never married you"
When the whole place smells like sashimi and dried tears
When all you need is someone, anyone, to give you some credit for what it takes to be you

I think it means you haven't had enough beer tonight.