The precious movement of time…

Picture by I.M.H. on the 10th of March 2006 for Time Fractions

This blog has lost some of its main creativity…I have lost my vain to produce? What the fuck do I know! The problem is that I dislike feeling pressured to write, even knowing the only one who pressures here is me on me…

So I want to apologise for whatever you have been waiting for but I haven’t been able to produce…but even so, I can advise all of you that something soon will burst, the problem is what maybe soon for me can’t be for all of you or vice-versa.

I.M.H.

When will we get to 2046...

As the world turns, we try to maintain our axe and not lose centre.
I won’t give up on yOU…cause my world turns around you and the sun the lights my life is yOU and the moon that moves my tides is yOU…

Hotel rooms…
2046 seconds
2046 images

2046 smiles
2046 tears
2046 tastes
2046 dances
2046 songs
2046 memories
2046 times I say I love yOU
2046 spheres that turn on themselves
2047 times I want to stay in your room 2046 and lose myself in it…yes, i'm talking to you. bERTA

I.M.H. wanting to lay next to yOU…

Mayonaise...

I can only write the words of the lyrics of this song performed by the Smashing Pumpkins on the album Siamese Dream, called "Mayonaise".

Fool enough to almost be it, cool enough to not quite see it: Doomed. Pick your pockets full of sorrow and run away with me tomorrow: June. We'll try and ease the pain but somehow we'll feel the same well, no one knows where our secrets go. I send a heart to all my dearies when your life is so dreary: Dream. I'm rumored to the straight and narrow while the harlots of my perils: Scream. And I fail but when I can, I will try to understand that when I can, I will. Mother weep the years I'm missing all our time can't be given: Back. Shut my mouth and strike the demons that cursed you and your reasons out of hand and out of season out of love and out of feeling. So bad but when I can, I will. Words defy the plan, when I can, I will. Fool enough to almost be it and cool enough to not quite see it and old enough to always feel this always old, I'll always feel this. No more promise no more sorrow, no longer will I follow can anybody hear me I just want to be me and when I can, I will. Try to understand that when I can, I will."

Lyrics by Billy Corgan

I.M.H. still imploding in his own mistakes and stupidity...