It's a poem.

The Masochist

I can feel his yearning for complete control,
The type that will make me run purely on sense,
Frenzied I will be, haunted with images of inanimate limbs,
My body welcomes the adrenaline.
My twitching fingers try to grasp the intangible;
Oblivion.
My better half attempts to revive himself,
"Do not yield, Do not yield!" He screams.
How do I do it?
I shot myself with uncanny precision,
With the rarest of bullets,
It penetrates me,
It excites me,
Keeps me on a constant climax.
This is the other side of Eden,
What I live for, what I will inevitably die for.
"Addict" is merely an euphemism for my type of people.
One dose, two doses, three doses,
It's never enough.
For I still see her eyes,
Like a gamut,  her expression is variety of sorrowful notes,
Something is not right.
My better half attempts to revive himself,
"Do not yield, Do not yield!" He screams.

-DjPrecise

I like.

Out of the huts of history's shame - I rise


Up from a past that's rooted in pain - I rise

Maya Angelou

Newbie's blogging syndrome.

You want to know the main reason I created a blog?
Regardless, I'll tell you.  


       Well, yester-evening was a very sad, and happy day. The pages of my little red and gold book are literally all filled to capacity, so I needed some personal/impersonal writing space. A blog seemed adequate enough for that. I'm going to miss that book, I got it as a gift from my kimchi best friend and my Jewish flower on my 16th birthday, there are memories of splendid moments associated with the stories I brought to life between torrents of words. I really enjoy writing about the things I read, whether it's that quote that sums my life pretty impressively or societal issues. Sometimes just lyrically appealing sentences, like the ones in Bronte's Wuthering Heights and Wilde's Dorian Gray, oh, also brief reflections.
       I'm currently with Neusa (one of my world's favourite people) and she feels like I'm not giving her enough attention, which thus leads her to go on with her eloquent complaints about life. She claims one day she'll disappear from our lives (ours being subjective), like James from Sandra Brown's 22 Indigo Place; only she will not return. We keep each other young. Incedently the woman just put on Pride and Prejudice because she knows that's bound to get my attention. I've seen the movie about 10 times. Every time I always wonder at what exactly is Lizzie's mom so peacefully grinning at, when they show a cow and do a close-up on his balls... I mean if that's what she's eyeballing;  the woman is quite perverted for an 18th century maiden. I'd be delighted to meet her acquaintance.

You Have Bewitched Me, Body and Soul, and I Love, I Love, I Love You. I Never Wish to be Parted from You from This Day On- Mr. Darcy

That's it for today.

Why...

I just came back from downstairs,
went to do my eyebrows.. I have a story, here it goes.
As I was walking towards my building I happened to stop because the weather is really tame today, and I just wanted to take the time to love it a bit more.
So, I turn around to open the door to my lobby.. and there he was.
There was man fully relaxed; shoulders sagged, expression passive, peeing on a stack of 411 books.
I looked at him for what felt like an entire tense minute (on my side at least) and he just shrugs, like this is an everyday encounter. So then I turn around and quickly walk inside the building because I was anxious to get upstairs and the lobby was vacant. Also, the man was most likely coming. He comes. We get in the same elevator, just the two of us, with a thick cloak of awkwardness since he was most definitely embarrassed. He presses the 14th floor.
Hmm,
That's my floor, and that was gross.