sylvan

Once upon a time,pre-fifa


adventured a mere girl,mere girl,who was of the authentic,the natural,she was of anything "other",and was of the woods,sylvan

untitled (aren't we all?)

i am in the air,
never here-abouts,not at all there-abouts
nor absent
i land lamentably,everywhere
i do
like loess
and am so encouragingly swept away,harping
from geography to locale
where numbers of others therin lie;sentimental sediments
to whom i wave hello and
to whom i wave goodbye,goodbye

and then befall i,quite wantonly
like a crows prime feather
right down swaying, into your welcoming
jurisdiction
birds-eye-view,your cupped hands
and little black shoes
meeting ground

and Jezebel,you called
Tempest,sleep here,rest
in my longing of you,for a while.




she had to follow her heart,
And escape,to a more lucrative place...she had to find love,she had to find life,again

so she packed her collections,sentimental oddities from previous worlds,treasures and left when the sun was sleeping.She travelled miles and miles,sleepless nights,and laborious days


truth in a song <3

Having found all that she was looking for (some <3 and some life)





she then looked back at her previous lives,enfolded in the mystery she was born in,born from an enigma.yup.
And this is what she saw:

Sitting Pretty

Oh to tell the story of that Girl
who,in Palaces,Places like These,wondered if anyone
watched her whilst undercover
best dress over body,dormant
Hands on her needs,resting
testing
patiently,please
yes i'd like that please,waitor
waiting on her ,waiting on life
to happen
at the discreet-neat-elite-niche table of ...class

where dining bids at expendible fees
where conversation is digested competition

in this world of upper crust comparison
dipped into a soulless soup
slurping;tinkering music
of the tea,stirring in her lonely cup

until
the heads suddenly turn amidst the gaggle
to a pausing screech in her direction: test subject,charity case
the,eerie visages crafting
the works of smiles,overworked
jaw muscles,performing
which lean in her direction
expecting,briefly stills

those tones that fly about,immoraly -just,like warm winds of drought
Deceiving warmth,which says "you will fail in this land,here"

"What are you doing with your life?",chime the flocked together faces
And like a burp,it is inevitable but for her to have announced,"Nothing"

such immediate truth
"Nothing" as they nod their heads like frightening puppet toys
in a shop of understanding,bought

"Yes,yes you are doing nothing,little girl,until you
sit in our seats and sweat in our suits"

Ah,but she took a giant mirror out from her gypsy bag
and help it up,to ward off this evil slang
"Nothing to you,is everything to me,Sirs!"
They then burned in the magnifying truth like vampires
which then found their crass insides and spread them
all
over
the table
They anguished in their years of self -denial
and Finally choked on the realisation
that they were dying
whilst already dead
whilst she laughed with foot pressed on each of their chests
at the thought
of when she meaned "nothing"
it was all quite literal,wasting with them
as she pointed her ultimate point
at each and everyone of their vacant eyes
like a fine silver blade.

And i was the one who watched her,I became her





************************************************************************************************************************I failed to mention that Tarion,miss Kohana,Lady Talamia -and company,you know who you are ...are even lovelier in person!! ill have you know.I will confirm that these ladies are not only beautiful on the inside.....Got to spend some time with them all thanks to my great trek diagonaly furthest across the country (long road trip,ask Talamia: PHOTOS!!!)...now living near to them,it brings me GREAT excitement to know that i may partake in their rendezvous (next up,"tattoo day"............yep.Braai,Girls.Tattoos.Epic).I am blessed to know such creatures ^_^
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next few missions:
1.Get ink
2.Go to Oppi Koppi (http://www.oppikoppi.co.za/)
3.pass financial fucking management and accounting
4.Finish business,i wish to be an interior decorater

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GUUUUUUYS! EVERYOOOONE!

PLEEEEEEEEASE LETS KIDANAP HER AND MAKE HER A SUICIDE GIRL!!!!!!!!!!

ill be good,i promiiiiiise..................................

Anyway
salut!
syl
<3