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Has been a week already. And I miss you a little already, Wellesley.
but don’t worry, it can happen...
OMFG. WHO COMES UP WITH THIS SHIT? OMG HAHAAHHAHAHAH THE LAST ONE LMAOOOOOOOO
Lady Gaga caught during a photoshoot for an upcoming issue of Vanity Fair magazine in New York City’s Central Park earlier today.
Lying on my comfy bed,
I curl up into a ball
To protect myself from the
Menacing cold air,
Which continues to exude
A hint of… impending danger,
Of… death, lurking ‘round the corner.
.
Held captive by insomnia,
I glance out the window,
To the chaotic world outside:
A world that’s being turned
Upside down, by the
Ruthless hurricane.
.
Mighty winds continue to assault the
Defenseless and vulnerable trees
And anything else that happens to
Stand in the way.
.
Hostile rain continues to violate the
Virgin land, which lies utterly exposed
To imminent sadism and brutality,
Without any protections.
.
Little by little, the ruthless hurricane
Feeds on any forms of life
To satisfy its insatiable hunger
And its voracious lust,
While I, hiding in my bed,
Witness its atrocious act.
.
8/28/2011
11:15AM
Lake House,
-Irene P.
Enjoy my latest composition: “A Walk in Late Afternoon,” featuring me playing the piano and the flute~
The rain beats down
On the rooftop ahead,
Singing an aria
Of sorrow,
While mourning for
My impending death.
With my hands
Gently resting on
My thighs, I sway
My body forward
And backward on
The rocking chair,
Thinking when I will
Exhale my last
Breath.
Little by little,
I can feel it:
The cancerous cell,
That continues to metastasize
In my body, eating my memories
Of you away, leaving nothing
But hollowness
Behind.
Our distant past—
Yes, we did share a past
Together—
Gradually succumbs
To the invasive acid rain
And begins to
Erode away.
The laughers we had shared—
Oh, how much I miss those
Carefree and joyous moments
Running around in the meadow,
Chasing each other with
Handfuls of flower pedals,
Waging a “flower” fight,
Rolling on the grass,
Staring up to the sky
That hovers over us,
And whispering words
Of affection to one and another—
Are now gone.
The rain beats down
On the rooftop ahead,
Singing an aria
Of sorrow,
While mourning for
My impending death.
I rise up,
From my rocking chair,
And advance ever so slowly
To the backyard of my hut.
I stand under the heavy rain,
Allowing the rain to cleanse
My body and soul,
To wash away all memories
I still hold… of you.
Then, the time has come.
I slowly lift up my head
And let loose of my ponytail,
So that my drenched hair
Can cascade freely,
Down the tender flesh
Of my neck.
A smile escapes me,
As the acid rain
Eats me alive,
Along with my fading
Memories
Of you.
Goodbye
And take care,
My one and only
…
*Written on 7/28/2011 (PST)
Photo Courtesy: thedukestratumproject
