soul entree
from my hands i could give you
something that i made
from my mouth i could sing you another brick that i laid
from my body i could show you a place god knows
you should know the space is holy
do you really want to go?
say it right
the architect
Dean. competitive swimming is my game. i figured i could be a lifeguard but that means i would be letting more swimmers drown in the pool. my speech and my thoughts doesn't seem to have a common understanding with each other. i hardly have time to take new pictures of myself. materializing architect. blatant, derailed, mirthful, coy.
on government service. wtf.
birthday: 13061987
location: singapore
killing time bag
photgraphy, photoshop, competitive swimming, brown paper, long bus rides, lifeguarding, stoning while flipping thru GQ, chilling with pals at any coffee branch, music, purchasing A&F and American Eagle Outfitters, reading literature text, submerging through books that says World History 1900 - 1997 & excessive clubbing.
blog
01 June 2005
this is a tribute to my animal fren..
you search your pillows
and scrutinise the sinkhole
accounting for the new strands
that have loosened at the roots
and fallen away.
You worry thinking what could have
caused this at your young age-
work stress?
your acne flare ups?
fat problems?
your poor church attendance?
You study the receding hairline
when I do not notice
( else I will snap at you again )
this is subtle penitence
I dare not breathe a word.
stay funkey..
