Lam[b] in the Headlights

On this contract

“It is stated here clearly

that you are born 25 November,

year of the Monkey,

auspicious hours.”

“These are your mother, and your brother,

and your father.

We absolve ourselves of any responsibility

associated with their misbehaviors.”

“You fulfill this, we will give you that.”

“Here is the blueprint of your first ten years.

Ask questions but we are not liable to answer.

Here are the people you will meet, in perfect order,

who will help you carry out the terms of this contract.”

“You are obliged not to trust anyone but us.”

Que sera sera.

“Follow all the steps. Break them and you will have to start this life again.”

“You can keep the by-products

such as your thoughts, your little moments.

We are not to handle them.”

“We are just concerned with getting from point A to point B,

with minimum wastage.”

“In case of emergency, don’t contact us.”

“You are supposed to suffer

before successfully completing this contract.”

“Don’t kill anyone. Be compassionate, thoughtful, amiable.”

What if I die, starve, or rebel?

“There is nothing on this contract that says

you, sir, can be broken.”

“You are a perfect partner.”

In order for you to insult me =))

In order for you to insult me =))

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After the Trip

I got tired of words. I got tired of moods.

Perhaps, I became more like the people and city of Da Nang. Supremely calm, kind, and unassuming. Seeing things that I had been denying myself for the longest time: the sky, the waves, the uncomplicated affections for my friends, the serene space within and without. It rid me of excesses, mayhem, complexes, conditions, … things that were clogging up my mind and bending it in all directions.

Now there is nothing.

No reprimand for a friend who did not join us on the trip and later came under fire for a silly, defensive statement. No expression for another friend who was tactlessly unappreciative of our friendship and things we have done for him.

The trip renewed me so.

Donna Summer (December 31, 1948 – May 17, 2012)
Is that what they call growing old? Watching the greatest artistes of one’s time die one by one.
I Feel Love came out in 1977, and still sounds incredibly futuristic, forward-thinking today, 45 years later, its pulses unbeaten, its trance gloriously alive.
And now, the artiste’s passing will only bring one to realize how eternal the music ever is.

Donna Summer (December 31, 1948 – May 17, 2012)


Is that what they call growing old? Watching the greatest artistes of one’s time die one by one.

I Feel Love came out in 1977, and still sounds incredibly futuristic, forward-thinking today, 45 years later, its pulses unbeaten, its trance gloriously alive.

And now, the artiste’s passing will only bring one to realize how eternal the music ever is.

thedailymeme:

Almost Politically Correct Redneck

This meme is obnoxious LMAO.

thedailymeme:

Almost Politically Correct Redneck

This meme is obnoxious LMAO.

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theamericanscholar:

“Don’t classify me. Read me. I’m a writer, not a genre.” ― Carlos Fuentes, 1928-2012

theamericanscholar:

“Don’t classify me. Read me. I’m a writer, not a genre.” ― Carlos Fuentes, 1928-2012