Bad Japanese and it's uses

寂しくないで、泣かないで！

私　は　いつも　あなた　の　そば　に　居るん　です！

*sobs* Bad Japanese saves the day!

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it should have been....

寂しくならなくて、泣かないで　ください！

私　は　あなた　の　そば　に　いつも　居るん　です！

Deciphered.

Female: ....blah ..... bitch ..... bitch ..... blah ....... So what do you think?

Male: I think you shouldn't jump to conclusions. It makes you sound like you are the centre of the universe

Female: Oh. Now I know how you think of me. I guess people change.

Male: Ok if you say so.

Your beautiful eyes

It had rained
and remnants were still falling off from the trees
that shelter us, or not.
2 warm cups between us,
kept warm by the feelings that poured forth
as we held hands.
Every drop sizzles
as they fall around us, vapourised by the aura
of this love.
And this aura
only allowed your tears to glitter
your beautiful eyes.

That yearning...

was special. A unique feeling which I have never felt before.

It was the fact that I was staring at an opened packet of M&Ms and experiencing this that made the whole situation quirky.

Like any other packet of M&Ms, it was filled with those small little UFOs with "m"s printed on them of multitude colors, staining the packet within and my fingers as I started to pick them.

But I noticed one M&M, a single one, that stood out from the crowd. In it's most brilliant shade of salmon pink (or was it stained?), it lay there like the most gorgeous exhibitionist on a retirees nudist beach, the youngest and most nubile amongst a graying crowd. In fact, it was the only pink M&M that zeroed my sight in like a bulls eye among the other colors.

So here I am, with time in stasis around me as I pondered about the feeling churning my stomach and caressing my heart with claw like hands. My vocabulary fails me as I try to define what this feeling was from spotting that pink M&M. It's like a voice telling me that I must have that M&M, yet, the very same voice telling me that it's an M&M, like any other M&M.

Yet I so want it. It's like the ultimate desire yet it wasn't. That yearning...

Limited Bandwidth

As technology advances exponentially, the human neck has become a blatant limitation in data transfer bandwidth. Data amounting to Exabytes is beginning to surface in this millennium and the neck can only accomodate up to only so much transfer speed due to it's physical limitation. This undeniably explains the poor synchronisation of data between the heart and the brain as the transfer rate is slower than the data being churned out.

Hence, idealism != rationalism. Choose one and back it up properly

Naivety

I laugh at Naivety.

I laughed at myself.

Hearts

Norman wants to cut his up
Keep the pieces safe
And use each as necessary

I want to empty mine
Siphon out all the blood and juice
Till it’s a dry husk, preserved forever

Or like Mad Hettie
To take it out and lose it
Keep it safe in a forgotten place

Norman figures if he doesn’t use his pieces
We can eat them

by someone, forwarded to me by a friend. Awesome.

A lonely walk home at night

In ordered lines they bowed as I trod past.
All the way, along the path I took.
Devoid of any emotions, yet seemingly lighting my way.
Panic.
Are they systematically looking down on me?
Hope.
Are they bent in respect, cheering me to the end?
I don't know if I'll ever grow that tall
to find out if they would look up to me.
At least in the darkest nights, I can see where the dog shat.

Love is only a social construct

Love is only a social construct, stemming from the selfishness of the human nature.
Love is a social construct, which puts people in a state of bliss, to hide from them the ugliness of reality, and themselves willing to be blinded.
Love is but an excuse to hold on to something, fearing the change, the despair and the solitude.
And if in survival we have evolved to such a complex race, then love would be humankind's downfall