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Lounge Chair
Dear lounge chair,
everyone fights for you,
including myself.
I have been doing deeds;
I have been feeling sinister.
Guy,
with foreign accent and complexion,
I am stuck in a family affair;
Girl,
are you trying to get on me?
You are failing, I ain’t looking.
Night,
you zoom by.
“Leaving New York”
lingers within.
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My mind is a tape recorder;
it remembered things.
My mind is a broken tape recorder;
it tried to remember things.
It is true what they say,
for some anyway,
(hu)man chooses to listen what they want to hear
usually.
Here are some captives,
spoken or listened.
“Every gay man has a diva. What is yours – Gaga or Beyonce?”
“You have the honest look.”
“… I [...]
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Small city, big dreams.
These are the words I will conclude for the night-out gig at Prince Of Wales, which took place on the night of 8th October. Located in the heart of Little India, and walking down the streets making myself feel good like a minority and indifferent, one would not have expected a backpackers’ [...]
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I am the same old ol’ fashioned rat sometimes, (except for decisions to meet people, because I am fickle minded) but when it comes to music, I am like a trash kid – I can like you for one minute and totally disown you for the next (probably not that dramatic, but the picture is [...]
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Garbage: Rewrote
All the garbage that you have thrown away
Is waiting somewhere a million miles away
I walked in,
with a simple request.
A subjective objective,
to walk away.
You greeted responsively,
it was your duty to;
no, it was your job to,
cause it is not one’s worldly born to do.
So much garbage will never ever decay
And all your garbage will outlive you one [...]
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