The joys of procrastination
It’s a nostalgic season, the fall. Fall from grace. Hehehe.
Memories arrive slowly in quiet of the evening and the solitude of night.
Bittersweet recollections of moments from another era, and realisations of things that are and could’ve been.
Little souvenirs of past autumns frozen in time, wrapped in smiles, laughter, whispers, and heartaches, smelling like an old book and tasting like black coffee. Autumn is a real land of magic. It’s the lonely night’s wail, a Ram Gopal Varma movie, Zarkz’s loss, my gain; but as the cigarette ends, it’s just another butt in the ashtray.
Yawn.
posted by J @ 3:55 pm
Comments: 3
3 Comments:
hmm--maybe we need to blog to help each other procrastinate as well...
BTW--you're too young to remember that whole Andy Kaufman wrestling stuff, methinks.
still like visiting here--
J.
Yeah, i dunno anything about that Andy Kauffman thingie... the only time i heard of it was when R.E.M. was singing Man on the moon.
Btw, how old do u think i am?
Hmm--this is a dangerous question--like the "perfect man" one you talked about before. I'm guessing you as mid-20s. That's why I don't get half the song references, too--I'm stupid that way.
Of course, you could have planted false clues throughout the blog to throw your public off the trail...
J.
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