ten things about me, according to The Mechanical Contrivium

ultimately and deliriously wanting of self--affirmation (whether i actually need it), i consulted The Mechanical Contrivium to generate for me the top ten trivia tips that somehow and incredibly make me...

1. i am worth my weight in gold ~ literally.

2. i cannot be detected by infrared cameras.

3. only one child in twenty will be born on the day predicted by me.

4. i can fly at an average speed of fifteen kilometres an hour.

5. it is bad luck to light three cigarettes with the same me.

6. i am the world's smallest mammal.

7. europe is the only continent that lacks me.

8. i can drink over 25 gallons of water at a time.

9. i can be very poisonous if injected intravenously.

10. people used to believe that dressing their male children as me would protect them from evil spirits!


The Mechanical Contrivium somehow concludes me into some sort of a really small and valuable superhero. i am rather confused as to how small that me should be... being the world's smallest mammal and at the same time considering the possibility of being injected intravenously unclear whether as a full being or parts or components of me.

i seem to be valuable to the global market, that is, if i consider to make myself more massive than i am now (which won't be that much considering that my size is the smallest mammal that can be injected intravenously.

i know i can still repel evil spirits... and give bad luck (subject to a condition). i am also poisonous.

i have powers. i am invisible to infrared cameras. i can fly but not really fast. i can predict (a very specific prediction). i can drink lots of water.

and i am rare insofar as europe is concerned.

getting in touch again

i pay

swirls in my head

i want to see

freedom in exile

as i too similarly pray for peace, altruism, love and compassion and the elimination of anger, selfishness and greed:

For as long as space endures,
And for as long as living beings remain,
Until then may I, too, abide
To dispel the misery of the world.

(freedom in exile, the dalai lama)

coffee bean and tea house

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threads are blooming

patient ward in the 5th

letter to...

it's raining here. weather is somehow unpredictable. the day did start quite warm and humid. while the sun was distracting, the sky did manage to celebrate its wonderful blue. it distracted the distraction. it was but a few moments ago when the skies to my left suddenly changed to overcast grey. seemed like proud tears scattered indifferently while the remaining right cautiously retreated further.

melancholy covered me. the last time i saw something similar to this, there was awe - faced with the east and the west of a wide southern sea sunset - it was darkness eating the remaining light. now is different. it is a child in a sadness womb.

i pray this darkness does not find where you are now.

when rain marks his leaving

forlorn clouds collide,
as each tree lowers its boughs
to departing souls.