Look.

Think what you will.
I will be who I am.

No fear, no shame, no gain.

Jack.

Here is my current obsession. Jack Conte's Yeah Yeah Yeah.
While at it, please check out his other videos.
He is seriously one talented genius.
Apparently this was a pretty while back video by him. I hate myself for only finding it now.
My other favourite is his Flavors video. Its a damn good song too.

And then when you love his music, go check out Pomplamoose Music, a collaboration with his girlfriend Nataly Dawn. Who is just as talented as him. ;p

n-joi
p.s this is the first video i've posted in my blog. ;p

SpitOnTheFace.

Insult again?
To open up a scab that's sealed in dried blood.
Fresh off memories that should be forgotten.
Can I say I regret?
To lie again to open faces which speak at me.
Reminders of a haunting that fear personifies.
Is it fair to die?
Surrounded by winter where the lady has closed the door.
Where the bread seems fresher in taste than sight.
Tell me how.

Othello.

Dare you look me in the eye?
With the breath of lies you breathe?
Can you honestly wish for tomorrow?
When it is this moment of deceit you live.

Ocular proof and visages within,
Sinister minds that speak.
Tell me the deeds.

Tell me in reassurance,
tell me to be.
To find a way to hate and love you,
to search for a way to see.

For now you are the devil,
and I am the light within the light that sieves.
Pestilence dare you breed?
When you ripped the trust out of me.

One chance rids duplicates,
Sinister minds that speak.
Tell me the deeds.

Deeper into your heart,
trances that plague,
my one last scream,
remember me.

Nevermore.

A complex momentous shift,
scrubs and bread,
water with alkaline sweetness.

Recovering to tell,
a long pause,
a disgraced displaced soul.

Vicious cycle cries out for an end.
Too sick to repeat,
a topical glory.

Here is the sore.
The root with broken arrows,
and twisted carols that no longer resounds.

Judgment for the strong,
and the poorest weakest survive,
yet floods consume us all.

Here is the end.
Nevermore.

Moderate.

OH BEAT IT!!!!!!!!
go listen to Raintime's version of MJ's Beat It. It is so much better than Fall Out Gay's version of it.
And while you're at it. Go listen to B-52's ROCK LOBSTER!!!!!!!

We were at the beach.
Everybody had matching towels.
Somebody went under a dock.
And there they found rock.
But it wasn't a rock,
IT WAS A ROCK LOBSTER!!!!!!

classic.

Today. I woke up alright.
BUT. the minute I alighted at the MJ bus stop, this overwhelming pain came to my lower back on the right.
I left in the first period. BUT NOT BEFORE I NEARLY BECAME A "FLU" VICTIM. jeez.
incapacitated for more than half a day. Doctor said it was a muscle pull.
Then therapy from one of those chinese reflexology area.
It helped a bit, but who cares when it feels so good.
;p
well till then.

n-joi

Loathed.

Terrified,
the nightmare deep within awakes.
Sweet and bitter pellets on the tongue,
intrigued.
Deciphering memories,
codes that were lost,
canned and confined,
released.

Aesthetic beauty,
for the way it is.
Alternative alternates.
Fevers for the heart,
antidotes that worsen the poison.
Sincere rejection of the self,
to open up when awoken.

The way that is so,
never understood,
yet never considered.
Here it is presented,
at the edge of the gates,
at the passing of time.