THE GREATEST BAND EVER. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR GIVING ME A HEART TO THINK WITH.

Anyone who read this (although none i guess) and also love STARS very very very much and what to chat about it, do email me @ super_forked_tongue@hotmail.com

Wanna wanna wanna bring them to Singapore.

Not a dream.

Thanks.
 

Their new EP: Sad Robot was out in SEP. visit the following URL: http://www.sadrobots.ca/

Do check it out. My pick: "14 Forever."
 

we are all leaves from a willow tree. Fallen. Weeping. swept away dramatically by the broom, Incidents.




"Today is going to be a better one/There's nothing more to take in/That's going wrong" -Today Will Be Better, I Swear! by Stars

It's two and still sleepiness not knocking on my door,
one should find a comatose me dead on the floor.
With all the hectic (thank you SBS) of this fortnight,
came feelings vocabulary cannot describe.

Time spent with pliers and sequins.
foolish looking as of harlequins.
Tiny appreciations of attachment,
contrast this poem of vehement.

Aspiring tutor maybe? “Meaning of annul?”
Ten-second consideration, all that is allowed.
What's on me and what's off me make your contemplation,
I  do not despise them, they often bring about realisation.
A manual of all favourite replies to be vividly learnt,
so the face displays the bottom arc of circle, I always yearn.
Completion, hope it comes by the end of the week,
stop that paranoia of a shared future being bleak!
Hitherto compatibility: my laughter matches (touchwood!) asthma,
unlike Ethan Hunt and Joey Potter, together, way under par.



SAT this saturday!!!  a little vocabulary practice this is.

Clink clink clinkering,
love bells ring by the evening,
but in this rotten neighbourhood of twats hardly can it be heard.

Clink clink clinkering,
manifesting themselves with flamboyant twitching,
lovers share germs through mouths, hands and even further south.

Clink clink clinkering,
salaries gone fast like you’re speeding,
you’ll crash when your partner sees you in bed with her sister.

Clink clink clinkering,
constant reminders of Lust’s stalking,
only to realise that Trust is only the concern of STDs.

oh hooo young girls and boys,
a reminder to stop bad ploys.
On the jovial Xmas nights,
Santa rules you must abide.
Keep your hands by your side.
under his eyes, no where to hide.
show your bum with that mini skirt,
will only earn you the title, the flirt.

Clink clink clinkering,
control yourself well, it’s just a tiny wink.
Pass it and your presents will arrive in a blink.

What will be the actions’ range,
when your dear friends change.
Do you turn a blind eye,
along dead routes he’ll ply,
even though u feel such ire.
Will help be stumped with restrictions,
shall the subject insist “no invocations”?
I, myself, wont sit and keep my mouth shut,
for friends saved me from my previous rut.
Acquaintances, shame, if you love to manipulate,
it will bite you, when it’s your turn on the plate.