We Are All Bored

Goodbye, blue sky. Pink Floyd.

I’ve never been this pissed, and disappointed before. Everything seems to go irrationally from here, and my retinal disparity seems to be blurred in some static fucked up figure of a mental statuesque landscape. Double visions, binocular sunset. It’s like they simply put me upside down in a tank full of nonsense, and whimsical gravity. I tried to runaway, and they just pulled me back in. They call themselves as the brightest lantern of all, the immaculate source of hope, and legacy. Tell my man about that, he’ll laugh his ass off. He is as riotous as myself. He’s not just another punk rock lad with manner issues. Never felt love, never felt hate. We are completely numb to these crappy bollocks. Pedal to the metal. Can’t stress that one enough. Life is a nonstop heavy metal riffs from Iron Maiden. No, it’s heavier than heaven. 

Is the world really underwater? Or was it just a dream that I got while trying out Sigmund Freud-ish technique that Salvador did? Maybe it was really underwater, and everything dried up as soon as I opened my eyes to smell. Or to see? It doesn’t matter. All I can think about is how to go to New York, and pick him up from his flat, and off we go to the sunset. Why not vice versa? Because that’s how we always roll. Dead Kennedys in the morning, and Misfits in the night. Mommy, mommy, mommy. let me out and kill some people tonight. 

She keeps on rambling, and rambling, and rambling. Prettiest girl in the world. She’s the epitome of Marilyn Monroe of 2013. Gosh, please tell me that you don’t envy her beauty. What? No. You’re lying. You’re a lying bitch. St. Patrick’s Day, huh? What’s your excuse? Dress your feast up, party on. Bury me in my leather jacket like they did to Sid. He was too Vicious, and I’m very curious. Turn on the volume, I see that you’re listening to Gojira. Heavy heavy, their songs are my chill pill. If Plato was right, the current idea world can only be found in Joe Satriani’s guitar solos. Nothing is better than listening to a crisp shred, and your boyfriend laughing twelve hours away.

Leo Tolstoy was always right about everything. “We can know only that we know nothing”. Yes, Leo. Nobody knows what we know, right? Because we know nothing. Every single thing that we knew was literally nonsense, not really, but they’re quite invisible. Invincible. Sheer plasmatic cell of knowledge waiting to be stored in the pineal glands. Where is Stephen Hawking when I need him? Let me dig the truth from Gadamer’s book. Thank you, classmate for lending me this bible. I’m starting to worship the guy, and build an altar especially for him, but wait, he’s no Salvador. But still.

10:10 wish upon a star? Nope. Wrong answer. Newsletter is waiting to be done, and some paintings are dying to be coloured. And I dwell in probabilities, and posibilities, and maybe some chi squared test. This is purely for artistic, and mathematical purpose. The concentration of my oil paint is getting thinner as the night grows darker. Maybe I should stop here, and breathe, and put on GnR’s Patience as I paint through the night. Calling all the muses to line up, and fill my surrealist block here.

We are all bored.

All was created out of the night 
We're all born from the burst of a star 

Good reading material

I want to say thank you to the guy from Wollongong, is it correct? The GONG? For linking us, your humble followers a perfectly written article from Cracked.

Anyway, here it is:
http://t.co/op1y7hYn

In his words, in the words of Rif fucking di, "DO HAVE A READ GUISE".

Oh, say hello to him: http://livinginwollongong.blogspot.com

Intelligence

You do not shove your intelligence to other people.
It is hidden and will always remain hidden inside your head.
It cannot be seen, yet people can feel it in your presence without you having to try hard to act intelligent.
And if you're trying to show it off, you'll end up as the dumbest person alive.

(Media: Charcoal and ink on paper.)

Nobody knows that I can actually set the world on fire.

Shall I?

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate..."

Shall I? At times like this. At times where you are out there living your days to the ultimate fullest, and I rushing my hours to be half of a person you already are?
Rough winds of life can hardly blow down my hopes and dreams to gaze at those tiny universes in your eyes every single day.
Even they told me that I am in dipshit because I fell down the rabbit hole that is someone else's wits, your wits.
Even I can hardly see any of your flows from a far. Unlike any of those choruses.
Maybe I am wrong, so please correct me one day, that you, my dear, have a flaw that only I can understand. Because that flaw is also my flaw.

Note

I did not write these writings based solely on someone or something or a particular event.
I am hugely inspired by the surroundings. I write, and I paint through everyone's or everything's "eyes".

And yes, I do have some muses other than Salvador Dali.

Goddammit, sweetheart. I do not know what would I write if our lovely weather did not exist.

No more secrets

Dear someone who anonymously sent me his/her secret,

You will never be alone. I think everyone feels the same way too sometimes, but I am perfectly sure that one day, not today, there will be a person, or a group of people who love(s) us and will always be there for us no matter what.

X

The secret:

"I cry and believe myself every time I think that I am going to be alone, and that no one will ever love me all my life."

Mischief

Confession? But who are you.
Why were you holding my hand?
Why were you trying to help my old man?
Why were you looking at me like that?
Who are you?
Mischief.

Gibberish

So, I added a photo to my blog's header. I took the photo during the Venus transit this year, and you can clearly see the Venus (the little black dot) in front of the sun. I used Canon 5D Mark II with 70-200 L 2.8 lens. 

That was the probably the proudest moment of my life so far. To be able to catch and capture a glimpse of a very rare event. Especially this kind of event, you know, I have an unhealthy obsession with the outer space and natural phenomenas.

I also want to update that I am currently working on a sketchbook project. This project is pretty personal, and probably won't be published until I am in my 20s (a professional and successful artist). Well, basically, I am currently jotting down every single poem that I've done digitally (the ones that you see here on this blog, and the unpublished ones) into a sketchbook. Complete with illustrations by myself.

I am taking this seriously. I have to start from now in order to live my invisible films, right?

Beside this poem-sketch sketchbook project. I'm also working on several paintings, and series of photography. I finally discovered my personal style. I realize that I belong in the dark side. You know, grotesque surreal stuffs. 

In conclusion, no more goofing around. 

Do you remember this? Oh we have not even meet yet.

Dear

you're a part of me.

you are.

you are.

you are.

Empty, started with "E" ended with "Y"
Just like Empathy.
What is empathy without empty?
Ostentation.

Give, spread, scatter, share your love like a riot.
Empty heart, without the want and the need to be appreciated.
That's empathy.

"Mom, could you count how many drops of rain is falling now? I love you more than the amount of those raindrops." -Fiensh Constantine

I made that quote if it is count as quote this morning. I re-read the quote all over again and I just realized that it's kind of...good. I love my mom, whatever you say I don't care. I owe her life. And this quote explains the whole thing.

Disability

I am so sorry if I disappoint you or you or you or you,
I just need a time to act like my age, to break the rules, to curse, to get a tattoo.
I can hardly afford this ability to be a perfect kid.
So please please please don't call me, you don't need to talk to me, please please please.

When I was seven years old I used to imagine that I actually am a pirate who lives outside the Milky Way galaxy riding my flying ship and accidentally being stranded on earth. I didn’t learn to imagine that kind of stuff but I just did imagine it.

"Knowledge is limited but Imagination encircles the world"
I'm just being random.