how to...pretend that nothing really meant too much.
...of course my thoughts didn't stop with the arrival of a dessert,
and kept stuck to my mind as did the taste of orange infused honey on my lips...
i kept thinking about highly compatible rats and narcisstic monkeys, a species i'm definitely the shiniest of... wikipedia tells me, that my unshakeable self confidence makes me think i could even crack the hardest coconut without being discouraged, i always aim to climb the highest tree to celebrate my superiour complex from above, i want attention, i'm so ridiculously obvious like a 30's movie.
therefore: why trying to pretend? i'm bad at it. the 30s are among my favorite eras anyway, and although the story of my dangerous climb up the hill has already a long gray beard, i, at least, can scream blatantly from the top to the world: "that's me! deal with it, i try to do the same since almost 28 bloody years!!"
yeah, i'm the storm, the wonder, my heart beats loud as thunder, i'm the china girl.
[no. i don't stop messing around, even if i end up with blue eyes. yellow is boring anyway]
so, people/folks/guys/withwhateverdubiouswordsyoufeeladdressedwith: you know anything about chinese theatre? of course not. but i do, what a question [i got my beautiful degree in representational studies. face it!].
turn on loud for those keywords: combination of music, dance, words, martial arts, with a strong focus on mimkry, styilzed mimic and gestic expressions, conventionalized roles and rules.
sounds familiar? sounds....dangerous?
sounds like a concept for a surreal blog? sounds like a persnickety recipe for dim sum?
flour, water, salt, cabbage, chili, soy sauce, sugar, oil, self made, by the way.
ok ok, that was a regression to the old asian recipe of how to write a weblog in 2007, but let's get back to the rules of 2008, answering instead of questioning.
again: how to pretend that nothing really meant too much?
that "nothing" could be for example: smth some people think is miriam, whereas i call it abstract writing, inszenierungswut, baby!, or, less catchy, linguistic staging rage [only open this link if you want to be a former 19 year old austrian with little social skills].
confession of the day: i don't have the answer. shall i start asking questions again?!
run, people, run! run as fast as rats eat cheese, and please: don't loose your integrity on the way...
happy new year. its under a good sign indeed....!
and kept stuck to my mind as did the taste of orange infused honey on my lips...
i kept thinking about highly compatible rats and narcisstic monkeys, a species i'm definitely the shiniest of... wikipedia tells me, that my unshakeable self confidence makes me think i could even crack the hardest coconut without being discouraged, i always aim to climb the highest tree to celebrate my superiour complex from above, i want attention, i'm so ridiculously obvious like a 30's movie.
therefore: why trying to pretend? i'm bad at it. the 30s are among my favorite eras anyway, and although the story of my dangerous climb up the hill has already a long gray beard, i, at least, can scream blatantly from the top to the world: "that's me! deal with it, i try to do the same since almost 28 bloody years!!"
yeah, i'm the storm, the wonder, my heart beats loud as thunder, i'm the china girl.
[no. i don't stop messing around, even if i end up with blue eyes. yellow is boring anyway]
so, people/folks/guys/withwhateverdubiouswordsyoufeeladdressedwith: you know anything about chinese theatre? of course not. but i do, what a question [i got my beautiful degree in representational studies. face it!].
turn on loud for those keywords: combination of music, dance, words, martial arts, with a strong focus on mimkry, styilzed mimic and gestic expressions, conventionalized roles and rules.
sounds familiar? sounds....dangerous?
sounds like a concept for a surreal blog? sounds like a persnickety recipe for dim sum?
flour, water, salt, cabbage, chili, soy sauce, sugar, oil, self made, by the way.
ok ok, that was a regression to the old asian recipe of how to write a weblog in 2007, but let's get back to the rules of 2008, answering instead of questioning.
again: how to pretend that nothing really meant too much?
that "nothing" could be for example: smth some people think is miriam, whereas i call it abstract writing, inszenierungswut, baby!, or, less catchy, linguistic staging rage [only open this link if you want to be a former 19 year old austrian with little social skills].
confession of the day: i don't have the answer. shall i start asking questions again?!
run, people, run! run as fast as rats eat cheese, and please: don't loose your integrity on the way...
happy new year. its under a good sign indeed....!
mironja - 8. Feb, 00:15
