Complaining Song (Nidvise)

I SHOULD COCO.

Don’t mind me. I’ve got a book to read. (Rincewind)

A.D.A.A.S.

AS DISTRACTED AS A SQUIRREL…!!

Catullus and Clodia

Under a fig tree
I’m your Catullus and you’re my Clodia
You’re my older woman
My most passionate verse
You killed me in this slow-burning story
I’m on my dying days

Under a fig tree
I’m your Clodia and you’re my Catullus
You’re my younger man
My most aggressive lover
I killed you but you refused the death
I shall put the strongest venom

Wick*d

I checked the radio
I checked the TV
They say the same
They say you’ve gone
Why did you go?
I should have known
It’s your wicked game
It’s like Isaak says
“Nobody loves no one.”
Why did you go?
I should have known
I hate your gun
I will never again
I will never never again surrendering to your gun
I hate your gun
Your wicked game.

No More New Years

I can’t say

Happy New Year again

I know

I felt so bad

I feel like

I wanna get back to the womb

So many undone things

But I’m too tired

I know I won’t say Happy New Year again

Although I also know

It’s just a plan.

Partisipasi Kecemenan

Di jajaran buku soal politik demokrasi partisipasi publik saya menemukan diri berpartisipasi dalam lamunan global mengenai betapa idealnya jika orang yang kita cintai merasakan hal yang sama. Sungguh sebuah partisipasi yang cemen. Hal seperti inilah yang tidak mungkin saya bagi dengan teman-teman. Saya bisa berbagi mengenai ide-ide anarkis, plot vandalisme, perusakan fasilitas pemerintah maupun memasuki jaringan internet pemerintah dan memasang foto busuk di halaman depannya tapi maaf, tidak hal ini. Saya malu. saya bahkan malu karena saya malu. Mungkin suatu hari saya bisa cerita pada sekumpulan teman terdekat bahwa saya pernah jatuh cinta dengan malunya, tapi maaf, tidak hari ini.

Biarkan saya dan kecemenan ini hanya saya yang menikmati. Saat ini saya menderita tapi semoga suatu hari nanti saya bisa tertawa mengingatnya. Sampai nanti, semoga.

*A tribute to you, my anarchist friend.

We’re Bizarre, Heh?

We’ll always seem to be quite strong, as you say, and quite bizarre in a lonely way. But we’re fighting together, my darling. And that’s okay for me. I want to understand you more, but your language is…sometimes I just don’t get it. Is it because I’m driving too fast? You may be surprised with the speed. I just collect all feelings and now my heart is full. I seem stronger these days. But still, quite bizarre in a lonely way. I can’t explain it better. But I’m glad we’re still fighting together.