when it rains its the same thing everywhere
_____…
the soaked sleeves of my shirt
not so much a second skin
as the absence of one.
One nite i was convinced i couldnt write anymore i just wasnt able to maybe i was never but i forced myself to sit in front of my iSook coz one always lives in hope and all that and it was only then that i realised
its hard to type with yr fingers crossed.
my replies are better than my originals*
mighty horny aphrodite!
lend a hand to thy subject
quit piss-farting around
in cummy olympus
forget jove
and his limp thunder sticks!
fluff thy subject
help him kick against the pricks
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“>*my reply to ney’s reply to my post
Notulensi pertemuan antara Komisi Perempuan Indonesia, Jurnal Perempuan, Duta Besar Norwegia, dan wakil Kedutaan Swedia, Smoking Lounge, Hotel Nikko, Jakarta, sometime sore-sore 2007
– tell me ms hanna, where did you get yr accent, harvard or yale?
– accent is nothing my good man. its the things you say, do you have anything to say to the world-at-large?
if only i had her sense of entitlement and self-importance
‘I’m a writer who concerns myself with underrepresented voices.’
– Camilla Gibb, author of ‘Sweetness in the Belly’, Grand Ballroom, Le Meridien, Casablanca, Jakarta, Indonesia, 22 March 2007
Credible Sadness, Inc.
sadder than boys with ponytails
are boys with pony tales
Crise de la conscience jakartanaise
SEBUAH PASTORAL
PENUH SENDAL
Misreading of the day, 13 January 2008
‘Choose the right pain believers’
– on a pack of Neuralgins
Menulis dalam gelap, Blue Bird JU 1261, 13 Januari 2008, 03:31 WIB, Pakubuwono ke arah Ciledug
Hanya kota ini yg bisa membuatku
merentang busur sekaligus
mencium tanah.
—> DUA SEPUR —>
everywheres provincial
when youre poor
Divagyrations 