spartan.

i dont want you.or you.or you.i can do without any of you.i can sit here by myself.sit here with nothing.with empty palms and bare feet.i can dream about whatever i want.sleep whenever i want.i can listen to my punkrock and my emo alternative whatever they call it and stare out into tomorow,next week,next month or forever.i can write songs or poetry,carve stupid things on branches,fiddle with my hair or sit there motionless.i can eat chocolates,berries,nuts.drink milk,water.i can sit and wonder when she's coming back.wonder if she's coming back.wonder if she wants to come back.wonder if she really dosent want me even though i already know.wonder why im sitting there and wondering if she wants me when i know.wonder why im still holding on to the sweet claws of history.wonder if the germans still hold on to weltpolitik.wonder if the french still hold on to their revolution.wonder if the russians still hold on to marx.wonder if the english still hold on to their industrial revolution.wonder if the cubans still hold on to castro.wonder if the spanish still hold on to their victory over napoleon.wonder if the americans hold on to the 38th parallel in korea.wonder if the indians hold on to kashmir.wonder if the chinese still hold on to the little red book.wonder if the singaporeans still hold on to the japanese.wonder why im so stupid to hold on to her.i can sit here and count the humid days and the chilly nights.i can pretend to not care.i can sit here and be consumed by my own selfish self.

glass cubes.

ice cubes are shiny.and they clink.clink clink.they stay clear with the whiskey i might smooth them over with.they remain in shape,solid in their four regular sides,confident.but they melt.like tears...into the shapless sea they were born from.all shape;all sense of structure slowly dissolved into the whiskey i might sip.yet,their purpose is served and they will not be ashamed...oh to melt into nothing without the emptyness i fear i might carry with me forever.

rastafari.

you know, reggae nights' always have the ability to pump me up and then cool me down.like from fire to ice.the crowd is amazing and so is the band.you could spend the night chilling or dancing or singing along.in the beginning you let the energy take over your limbs and you start to sweat abit but by the end of the night,you find yourself swaying,eyes closed,with the bright lights caressing your face,just jamming...

"we're jammin'.i wanna jam it wid you.we're jammin', jammin' and i hope you like jammin', too." - Bob Marley, 'Jammin'.

rock on.

hardrock tonight.im aktually abit bummed from last night's binge but i think tonight will be fun cos everyone's coming.woohoo.