Friday, April 13, 2012

#justsaying


Jaques brel famous musician

Georges Lemaître Invented the big bang theory

Edward de Smedt, chemist and inventor of modern-day road asphalt

Lambert Adolphe Quetelet, mathematician and inventor of the Body Mass Index

Gerardus Mercator, cartographer, mathematician and geographer

Adolphe Sax, inventor of the saxophone

Leo Hendrik Baekeland, inventor of the synthetic resin known as "bakelite"

Joseph Plateau, inventor of the stroboscope

Ernest Solvay, inventor of the Solvey process (ammonia)

Jean Baptiste "Django" Reinhardt, inventor of the two-finger guitar playing technique

Jean Joseph Etienne Lenoir, inventor of the internal-combustion engine

Charles Van Depoele, inventor of the electric railway

Zénobe Gramme, inventor of the Gramme dynamo

Constant Loiseau, inventor of the optometer

Belgium was also the first countrie to abolish slavery!

Also first president of Europe ever Herman van Rompuy

Eddy merckx the best cyclist ever

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

WOTD - SAPIOSEXUAL :)


"Here's an e-mail that I sent out a while back on what I mean by sapiosexual. The message was in response to "What gender do you prefer in sex and/or a relationship?"

Me? I don't care too much about the plumbing. I want an incisive, inquisitive, insightful, irreverent mind. I want someone for whom philosophical discussion is foreplay. I want someone who sometimes makes me go ouch due to their wit and evil sense of humor.I decided all that means that I am sapiosexual. I want to fuck with peoples minds. :)

I invented this term while on too little sleep driving up from SF in the summer of '98 and I'm trying to propagate it as much as possible. So please use it when appropriate...But where's the gender in all that? That people that I find like that also happen to have marvelous, wonderful bodies happens to be a perq. Flesh is fun...You can only fuck someone for so long (5-8 hours is finite) but you talk forever."

~ Darren Stalder


Friday, October 21, 2011

Smells of Brazen Breeze


As usual, it's been a while since I last visited. Guess its nothing much out of the ordinary as there are only that many reasons why (I think) people blog. Obviously there are more, but I'm just in the mood to stereotype people.

1.) They are single
2.) They just broke up or going through a rough patch
3.) They are trying to sell their souls (i.e. make money) to/from bored people
4.) Attention deficit people
5.) People who are seriously passionate about something and actually provide a very insightful, inspiring or helpful read

For me, I just remembered I actually have a blog after visiting someone else's.

And the weather is chilly;
Which inevitably makes my mood go melancholic;
And as usual, melancholy usually directs me here.

Which has been a while, or rather I've been keeping myself pretty "organised" and having a very"routine-d" lifestyle.

But who cares. I'm out.



Wednesday, February 10, 2010

...


. I don't get to write in here as much as I would like to .

. I've kind of shifted my attention to platforms in need of much less attention .

. I think ?

...


. I've cheated .

. I have a tumblr account .

. There, I said it .

. Hey, I can't totally write depression all the time if-you-know-what-I-mean .

...

. So for less emotionally depriving and denuding shit, I chisel myself at pheroxia.tumblr.com .


Ahh . . . The bliss of Honesty .


...

Monday, November 16, 2009



The glum and grey come a-tapping , 

On the dust-filled cracks of my window sill ,

I hear you , the harsh earned tear and tears ,

A-drip and a-shudder , 

Across , in view , the mournful skies ,

In my eyes .


Of once , of twice , of thrice ,

The mulling and the killing ,

The worn and withered , 

Void of once lay , 

The thumping , knocking , yelping ,

Of my actual , real and war-torn ,

Heart .



Friday, September 04, 2009


Of clamshelled stones as the current hits,

Knocking and so foresaid the lightning speaks,


Waving and wading,

The shimmering swords of the great blue,

Encrusts their everyready dagger sycophants,

To please and amuse, for distrust and doubt .


To lay admist them in their ploy of demolition,

And to scatter to shun the incitement,

A yearning gasp unleashed, long and overdue

It awakens to bethinks its' presence .


The chaw of rage nips at the feet of fury,

In this absinthal state of cloying discourse.


I know,

The intensities constants the lethargy,

Lethargy of the habitual opulence,

Leavens the creed of your spasmodic nod .


Not the stone, but the shell .


Friday, May 08, 2009

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Monday, April 27, 2009


Sparkle as the tinsle crown blazes from your eyes ,

Gaiety, to be celebrated in our slumber .

Along with the scintillation of your sole sweat ,

The taste of blitheness from it , escalates the purity of It .

It,

the Something I think I know ,

It,
the Something I think I knew ,

It,
A chance still there ?

Could it possibly ?

. . .


The bliss of which has been choking , strangling , fastened , and

Stuck still in the back of my throat to ward all off ,

Is once again, out on my guileless and guideless hands ,


To let go ,

Let see ,

and let happen ?


. . .

Chuckle as my murrhine walls drip of coy tears and expired brume ,

I shudder at the anticipation of a cheerful carnage ,

Carnage of yet, another warm beating still .

Served .

. . .

Maybe ,

Just maybe ,


. . .







Are you there ?

Do you hear me a-calling ,

hope ?



Tuesday, April 21, 2009


Smother the blades of the moon ,

And wallow in the craters of grass .

Come indulge your inquisitive fluff ,

Of burnt sage, and a forest of bygones .

I'll show you the way and sew up your heart ,

As the distorted lights move in .

Click your heels to get the devils in line ,

And applaud that reality's just the accumulation of omnious prophecies come to life .




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