joyful darkness

are humans naturally happy or unhappy? ooh guess where i am now! somefink wrong with daryl's aircon- it freezes up into ice on the inside- so they gotta switch off the compressor then my aircon shares the same compressor n end up i got no air con last night very sad. but today i complained and then mama says both of us sleep in the hall with aircon so cool right so now i am typey typey in the hall with cool air blowing around me n no one is around [except darly who is dead asleep] so i got lots of freedom. i am so much happier in the night than in the day. hormones, night-person, moodswings, solitude or what? what goes into the happy stew?

haha i designed the msg shirt howhow. nice? thanks to gerry for lending me her adobe cd and teaching me where to get cool photoshop brushes (:

and right now i wanna sing, sing sing! but who will sing with me? in the darkness which envelopes, i inhale a trickling coolness, oblivious to the silence which the echoes make obvious.

darkness seeps, crawls, oozes. it never flies, never sings or laughs or cries, except with malice.

The Poem of Darkness. Dsida Jeno.

Once more, the vigil season!
Broad pen-strokes on my sheet look grim.
Night’s rust-juice floods the gardens,
by six full to the brim.
damp oozes from the mouldering trees,
you muse on how much time
you’ve left.

Your foot stops dead, in fear
of stumbling into a tomb…But tell me: have you ever leta snow-white sugar-cube soak up
dark liquid, dipped in the bitter night
of coffee in its cup?
Or watched how the dense liquid,
so surely, so insidiously,
will seep up through the white cube’s
pure, crystalline body?

Just so the night seeps into you,
slowly rising, the smells
of night and of the grave all through
your veins, fibres, cells,
until one dank brown evening,
so steeped in it, you melt and sink
-to sweeten, for some unknown god,
his dark and bitter drink.

love.