SurrealismMore Like This
orld War I (1914-1918) was a human catastrophe
that devastated Western civilization and mocked the hope inherent in “modernism”. The sheer volume of the war’s slaughter was beyond belief. The horror of it all destroyed the trust in science, medicine and technology as the golden gateway to a harmonious and peaceful future for humanity. All that was thought to be good had been twisted to the evil purpose of a global war. A global sense of hopefulness was replaced with a global sense of fear and loathing.
Salvador Dali autosodomized
for thatI'll let them be happy.More Like This
I want them to be happy.
Though at times they are a bit overbearing,
Though at times they are not capable of hearing..
My loud voice as to teach them life.
Sometimes they can't see,
My subtle hints of love that I hide.
Sometimes they are fast to speak,
Of things they haven't yet learn to decide.
I don't want them to know
Of my past
Of my pain
Of my disgrace
Of the storm inside.
I'll let them be
If I don't love them.
But the problem is,
I love them.
More than myself.
And for that,
I'll sacrifice everything else..
Believe it or not, this is actually a rant journal. Sometimes, it's hard to say things and that's why at those moments, I can only resort to drawing and writing things like these. It's hard.. it's hard to say what I truly feel at times.. Oh well, that's just how it is.
Moving OnAll I can tell you isMore Like This
I haven't gotten far
twenty years of yesterday.
Some People I MetFirst EncounterMore Like This
Once when I went to a shop to buy some food, and I saw a kitten by pushed by the legs of some foreigners who were sitting by the bench. It was one of the kittens that I always greeted whenever I see them.
I called him out and bent down, petting him. The way he purred under my hand was just heartwarming and I almost didn't realize it when I heard a voice that said, "Hey!"
I turned to the owner of the voice, one of three foreigners.
"It's dirty," he scowled.
"Huh?" I heard it the first time. I just wanted to dare him to say it again. 'So that was why you kicked him, not even letting him get near to you?' I thought to myself.
"It's. Dirty." He repeated himself.
I restrained myself from saying anything. With all due respect, I stood up and even carried the kitten by my side. I didn't care. I love them. Just because they're stray cats, that doesn't give me you the right to stop me from petting him or kicking him either.
Then I heard them la