::Back Alley::

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My mind is poisoning the air,

bloated with uncertainty;

Purged of such normality that is human

I speak the language you won't understand

My voice is a dry tone of anger

I am but a noise;

A fragment of a savage excuse for a drama

-K. Anuar,Kuala Lumpur, April 2009-

Jalan Kastam Train Yard

Went out with the Film Junkies Group Today and these are what I found.

I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face

I am loving this.....

I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune she whistles night and noon
Her smiles, her frowns, her ups, her downs

Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I was serenely independent and content before we met
Surely I could always be that way again and yet
I've grown accustomed to her looks, accustomed to her voice
Accustomed to her face

I'm very grateful she's a woman and so easy to forget
Rather like a habit one can always break and yet
I've grown accustomed to the trace of something in the air
Accustomed to her face

BRICKFIELDS

Temple, Teeth and Flowers

We who are about to die salute you.

Will you be my muse....?

I feel a little bit numb this few days and I have nothing to write. Unispired...I need a muse..

A few snap shots some old and some new.