The Brief Summary.

written on the wall

Close to my heart
But just never close enough
It's forever the story
Of courage and daring
Times of tired smiles
And all the evil trials

Vagrant as we pray
Please make us more than just hearsay
More hungry than fire
Combustible desire
Do not to the streets
Waste our special feats

Brave the impulse now child
Cool off your burning lips
It wouldn't do us any good if you
Turned from red to grey
Grind those ivory whites now
And just before you let go
Roll up your tardy sleeves
Wear it there and make it through

I'm sorry but twenty or so
Of your years have been determined for you
Designation of your mind and soul
You have no control
So let it go
LET IT GO

Not without a fight we won't
Not without a fight we won't
Not without a fight we won't
Not without

Pardon patience
It's a painful game
But if it's waiting we lack
The mirror shows us who's to blame

about me

Jonathan Francis Ong Ju-Tsiang slash Paddy
]][::16/11/1988
]][::that's all :D

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Saturday, September 23, 2006

sigh

call it envy, jealousy, low self-esteem, whatever. i feel a mixture of awe, respect, jealousy when i see immensely creative people, doing what they do best, being able to express themselves effortlessly.

i need to start reading newspapers/books/journals/anything with text again. i think i should just start reading. and listen and explore and create.

mint me Jesus! mint me good.

THIS is a crest, ben. fucking pwnage. artist from school. hand-inked.

i just had to put that up. sorry sorry

sail the novas
burst. deep. bright. down.

# posted by J.FO @ 12:59 am