Poem of the Day:

Not again.


So very numb,
So very dumb,
Struck
Down and hurting.
Inside, outside,
Tears welling up,
Falling down,
Falling Apart,
Just me and my poor little heart.

Tim'07

Choonage: Manhattan Skyline - Kings of Convenience (A-Ha Cover)

Poem of the Day:

You are my new addiction


You are my new addiction. I've never wanted anybody this badly.
I can't focus, baby. I can't even watch the telly.
I can't think about anything else,
Not even the size of my beer belly.
I'm having withdrawal symptoms,
I just don't feel right within when I'm without;
You,
You are my new addiction.

Tim'07

Choonage: Leaning Against The Wall (Bamboo Soul Remix) - Kings of Convenience

Woke up this morning (Saturday), not hungover for the first time in weeks! Had me a lovely breakfast of black coffee from Uganda (Thanks, Sam!!), 2 Krispy Kreme donuts (Thanks, Becksus!), strawberry Jello, blueberries, bananas and pieces of nectarine. Am now mentally preparing myself to spend some time this afternoon working (YIKES!!), working out and working out what to do with myself *grin*

Choonage: Live at Plastic People (DJ Set) - Ben Watt
p.s. the Buzzin' Fly night that I went to at the National Museum on Wednesday was off the charts by the way! Shame that the vast majority of people who turned up couldn't appreciate the deep house of Justin Martin and Jimpster.

Something is stirring within, a most unfamiliar sensation. There's a spring in my step and a twinkle in my eyes. I am almost afraid to verbalise what I think I'm feeling but I think this could be it. You heard it here first, stay chooned. Peas Oot.

Choonage: Rocker - Alter Ego (The mix that was playing in "Pure" at MOS last Friday night, along with the cheering that erupted on the dancefloor because of you-know-what)

Poem of the Day:

Frozen between the Lines.

I'm choking on my words,
That're struggling to leave my mouth,
As fast as they're being formed in my head,
Because what I've seen,
Contradicts what I know,
And
I never knew my rusty heart could creak this hard.
Suffocating from the lack of love,
From the lack of room to breathe,
I'm about to pass out.
You've filled my days with delusions,
Of the two of us,
Sitting in the silence of each other's company.

Tim'07

Choonage: Parallel Lines - Kings of Convenience