fade in your bud fade before you bloom
fade into me
fade before winter comes...
-a lamentation for my rose died in April
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By all let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! -from The Ballad Of Reading Gaol 2003-04-13 @ 10:42 p.m. I'm writing. I'm about to write. I want to make it a journal. I want to keep a record. I've been running all night, being followed. I was scared. I walked in a hurry, crossing the bridge, falling over the walls. I was wild. I tore things apart. Actually, I destroyed them. Then I found it wasn't real at all, yet like what I'd imagined. Subconsciousness? I guess so. Dreams always tell me the truth, unsettled anxieties. That was one of them.Why does someone have to die? Different people are asking the same question, exactly the same. Virginia Woolf answered:' Someone has to die in order that the rest of us will value life more. It's contrast.' Catherine Trammel answered:' Someone always does.' Yes. I saw glimmers on that nice ice pick. I liked it, more beautifully than a knife does. 'I like rough edges.' Haha. Yet I don't like the ending, while I've no idea what would be better. She seduces and manipulates people. That's fantastic. I liked her eyes, and her tone, a bit flirty quite similar with Lolita's, a grown up one. It's true she rules. Love hurts. Killing will cure? The one who is very ill, I don't know who she really is. Insane and sane, I don't see they can exist with each other. I can't understand this character well, after getting out of her seductive look. I guess this movie (Basic Instinct) is not about love, but abnormal mind. I prefer the original Catherine, to be honest. A brilliant woman, and far more than that. Fall for lemons. Strawberries poison my heart. Scarlet leavings dyed my lips. I like that. But they look sick with yellow backgrounds. I like pure blood red ones, no matter perished or not. Illness makes it beautiful, sometimes. I think I'll not go on writing like this, totally meaningless, just to fill a page, although I've been composing all these days. I'm always writing in my mind, as if it is being taken down on paper. I'm living in my imagination. I just wish I could keep them as what I can really handle. Oh, I forgot one thing. I've been suffering from great pain in my mouth, which I'm trying so hard to stand. Well...I don't really feel pathetic, though. I'll just remember the feelings and put them away. Haha. Virgi things again. I can't stop explore this woman. A feminist, a modernist? She's special and people nowadays make her special. She's lucky to have so many fans. It's hard for me to understand stream-of-consciousness fictions, while she is to my liking, anyway (rising tone). *_^ |
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