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When it’s this quiet, you know someone or something is up to no good. Plotting and scheming and devising plans anew, all for the amusement of what it/they can do to you.It’s like an airplane ride. You get on, make yourself comfortable, listen to the safety instructions – or not…

Why have you deserted me?You mean why have you deserted you?No, I mean you abandoning me.I didn’t. You did.Why does this conversation sound so familiar?Because we’ve had it many times before.(See here) Honestly, I’ve lost count how many.So you see, you keep deserting me. Where’d you pick up…

An attempt at describing the indescribable experience of inspiration and poetry writingIt is often said that the mystical happens at the crossroads between time and spaceWith its crescendo undulations of past, present and future, the beach is exactly thatWalking along the breadth of such on a lazy Sunday…

If only for the euphoria of picking myself up.Of putting back the pieces and dusting off the past.If only for the chance of the faintest sliver of hope in the darkest of hours.To be able to say, “That was then. This is now.”For just the weightless air in…

Inspired by the “harmonious” cohabitation of extreme poverty & opulent wealth and the people who cross that great divide They’re the ones who will be there to have a “good” timeTo rock the Prada, Armani and Luis VuittonsAnd when chanced with nii hao? They respond muy bien gracias,…

This is a piece that found me in the dead of night (3am). Originally typed it on my phone, and wonder of wonders, my screen froze and I lost the original. I have tried my best to recapture what I remember of the original piece, although, knowing what…

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