Sunday, September 11, 2011

heart:


"my heart is bleeding, so, so badly".

wait, what? what are you talking about? that's what the heart is suppose to do, you fool.
you seem to be caught up in this delusion that your heart is suppose to do anything other than bleed.
of course it bleeds! else you wouldn't be standing up right now,
else you wouldn't be alive right now.
silly fool,
--

you had better vanquish any foolish ideology on the 'soul' or 'matters of the heart'
before people catch what you're saying,
and mock
you for it. silly
fool.

if ever your heart stops bleeding,
well --
well, 
then you had better start worrying
cos'
you're
probably
dying,

if what you say is 'killing you'
isn't
already.
right?

silly
fool.

silly...

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a play on form. ikr, not a very opportune moment midway into the prelims. the idea got me thinking at 2 in the morning, in bed, tryna' recall Malthus and his foil, Boserup's theory. how poetic. my tonsils are swollen as hell but i'm a trooper and i don't want to have slogged my guts out studying for nothing...
baby i know.

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