Love Thy Will Be Done

indie jazz ... what Jade Diary made out of ol' school

http://irmavanta.tumblr.com/post/125429859784/via-httpswwwyoutubecomwatchv-jnjcwoo3r0

and this is the original version --- Martika's Martika's Kitchen  of my high school days ...

alchemizing (Margaret) Altwood's ...

http://irmavanta.tumblr.com/post/125349959424/red-handedjill-this-photograph-is-my-proof

 ... as i was sayin ' ...

Good for you Mr. Michals :-)
For I am the doomed one.
While you got your proof.
I have none.
All my stories, and they are too many
they only exist in my world.
I have a memory that's kept only in my head
and in my heart lives one love unrequitted.

'couldn't even say my name
when he told a friend
"fuck you!  who are you talking about!"
or something like that.

to him, i did not ever exist.
and all those times while we fuck
i was thinking he truly cared about me or us, may be
jusz may be.

So cheers to you Mr. Michals
when you get to heaven to meet God
you have a photograph to show.

I am left with Miss Altwood's, could be a blessing or a curse.
"I imagine him imagining me. This is my salvation."
(I still do.)

messing up Algorithm

Haha don 't force me to tell you why*

*i actually googled and saved these photos, anticipating  something waiting to happen.  actually, that was a little overdue.  i was thinking birth month.  and the next month.  there were actually many calendered events beginning March, thus, presenting opportunities to drag, brag, load, there!  What kept you?  Why d'you have to do that for!  I was anxious.  And you fucking made me wait!

I'm tired of those seemingly true button of  "hand me down" postings of your psychotic thickenedwater**

**may be i was jealous of him and damn baby he's givin good love, so i was thinking uhhmmm may be if i roamed a little longer, farther, and didn't stay around with you, may be we'd bumped on each other in seemingly (un) familiar grounds ...  then may be, just may be, I would have found him and fucked him instead of you.

and be over him in a jiff 

('sniffin').

  

---->>> PHOTO CREDITS  <---- p="">
BIG BIG Thanks to http://indieberries.com for these images --- capturing, reflecting my genuine, raw, "the moment" feelings :-)

In God's sweet embrace ...

24+ Hours After

Numbness + lack of sleep + that cheerful spirit (still) thriving inside me that's been trying to kill that overstayin' ishtupid bitch fuckin me off for the longest time ...resulted to a morning of blueprints of techy wonderfuls ;-) ... will kick off, for  a soft opening, hopefully today.  Yeah, Sunday (the day after Saturday, yeah that Saturday noon ---- yeah you should  be happy you got it perfectly alright ... so bring it on --- it's on my Book!

1)  will start a new blog, personal review stuff, most loved and otherwise :).  hoping, this will help change the lingering landscape of argghhhhness

2)   beef up g+ (ongoin' actually) --- and accidentally discovered how  not to share my google plus posts publicly --- whewwww that was simple, it has been sitting pretty at the tip of my nose lol 

3)  clean up blogs (actually ongoin' too) i'm following  in my recently resurrected blogspot (makes me sad  that some of the sites ive been following have closed down and moved on --- possibly a deja vu of my present state)

4) downloaded kies for my android ... factory reset  next.

5)   seriously, thinking about what to do with spotify now that my fb's in a very hopeless state of coma.

6) tinder.  just after that, i totally thought about tinder.  will explore ageyn. :)

above all these, clean the house and cook gulaman, alrightie.

NTS:

Hey, silly, silly gurl ...  you waited long for confirmation, now you got more ... AFFIRMATION!

Paikot ikot parang bote ...

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I am a nurturing animal, and writing is my second nature. Just the thought of not blogging makes me feel incapacitated and sad (and angry of the circumstances). I had to beat this. I had to go around it. What makes me happy, i have to pursue relentlessly. Relentless could be tiring and punishing. But priceless.

SOLUTION: Thou shall not connect with google chrome :-)

in vain

www.TylerKnott.com

Why aren’t you here? Here where the pastel fades up to black, to pitch. Come now and find me waiting, eyes up to planets dancing finally close after too many years. Come now before the fade fades further, before the moon finds itself full this night. Come now, I am waiting. 

http://irmavanta.tumblr.com/post/122949335729/tylerknott-why-arent-you-here-here-where-the