young tunku goes to space

where did all this
poetry come from
who knew
the arid garden of your heart
could produce
such fruit
such quiet sorrow
woven into
such quiet strength

我が侭

sugarcoat prophet

ciao bella

鰐口

Abortion country

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My country is young. Very young. Younger than burger king. Younger than my grandparents. The name of its capital city translates into english as 'City of Mud,' or 'Mudville.' People where I come from are very down to earth. The national moniker for themselves is 'Princes of the Earth'. They are hospitable, unassuming, blunt, brash, a little silly, without pretense. They are the country hicks of south east asia. The cultural Midwest of all its neighbours. The topic of conversation ranges from what to eat to where to eat. Our discussions of philosophy, politics and religion are cursory, perfunctory, ornamental.

When I came to the UK I had trouble fitting in. I decided, if I can't be like you, I'll be better than you. That made me very miserable.

We've grown up a bit, enough to realise what we are in contrast to the world around us, and wanting to be taken seriously all of a sudden. This gives rise to an odd crisis of identity, a kind of schizophrenia, wanting to be sophisticated and arch and wry and successful and wanting also to be simple, good and easy-going. The old country is going away, being replaced and the new is forgetting how good it used to be and how to go back.



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DCFC - Forbidden Love EP vinyl
DCFC - The John Byrd EP on vinyl

All I want is to listen to we have the facts and we're voting yes on vinyl with my hipster indie girlfriend

God of the storm

“Why are you so afraid?” He asked. “Do you still have no faith?” Overwhelmed with fear, they asked one another, “Who is this, that even the wind and the sea obey Him?”
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He says, "Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.
- Psalm 46:10

word on the street

Hiroshi

blues on the radio

"Music isn't something you own, darling. It's something you experience. You gotta just enjoy it while it lasts, because when it's gone, it's gone. It's not something you can hold on to - or depend on. They're just feelings."

She looked at him and cocked her head slowly.

"But if it's gone, how come I can sing it."