Kamna's Blog

It is when you pointlessly pace that you may end up in a pointy place where you might possibly poop all the pineapple porridge you ate in a poor posture, but sometimes when you pointlessly pace you may end up in pretty pastures where you may relax in pleasing ponds in purple and pink panties with free no pay pervy ponies who will probably pee into the filled-with-pennies pond, but sometimes when you pointlessly pace you may end up in a pointless place where there are only painless plants plainly planted in pansy pots.

Invisibility is the best superpower one can have! I seriously thought about it and it makes the most sense and would be the most useful. You can be a part of ANYTHING being invisible. When I say invisible you should be weightless or else you won't be able to latch onto someone while they skydive. If you have the power of invisibility you can choose to fake your own death and live like a total nomad. You can choose to never be visible again! And just constantly live silently being a part of everything if not actively participating yourself. And if you want to use invisibility occasionally and live a normal life then you can get to see your question paper before your exam and prepare accordingly. You could spy on whoever you want! But if I had the power of invisibility I would just like to do the death faking and then travel for the rest of my life for free, see everything in the world, live in the best places and if I get sick I'll just reappear outside a hospital in Sweden...

You and you alone have the right and the power to pick yourself back up when you feel like you're in the darkest tunnel. Funnily, (almost made this as a bingo the other day), it's you alone who allows yourself to even let things effect you enough to drive yourself right into the tunnel. But all tunnels have an end. It's only a matter of time; and time is very relative to your emotional state of mind; before the event you're dreading passes by (my exams), and you're back to some semblance of normalcy. A month of depression can feel like 3 months. There's an end to everything that begins. It's just that when we're overwhelmed and too hurt to move because we think it'll only hurt more if we move, and it's so much easier to drown in the misery and even enjoy it just a little bit; it's just that when we're too involved in the sorrow, we don't understand that there is going to be a day, however far in the future, that the thing(s) bringing...

The wailing whale in her veil was upset Because her male forgot to bring in the mail And she'd gone pale due to lack of the water pail And no more could she on the high seas sail as she was held hostage, lipstick was to be made out of her, for the year end sale And so this sordidly horrid tale comes to an end and I will randomly say 'tail.' ''I lived alone so I took him home, he doesn't love me but, he keeps me company, everything's alright.''

It had been so long since they were together, longer than they were married, longer than they were even a couple, and as long as she could remember. He couldn't remember, after all those years of togetherness, he had no memory of her, no deja vu when he smelled the lillies at the window sill that was her signature scent for all those years. He didn't remember anything about her. It was as if she never existed, as if those memories; some bittersweet, but most of them just so incredibly sweet, were just never made. But it didn't matter, his not remembering, not anymore anyway. What matters anyway? She died last night. And he didn't even feel the loss. How can you feel the loss of something you don't know and something you have never had? That's comforting I guess, his not being able to feel the loss. If he could, it would probably be too much for him to endure. Especially after all he'd been through already. I'm his second wife, but his first wife in hi...

Sinking infinitely into this blacker than black hole Racing towards my inevitable doom With arms wide open Eyes ablaze Hair flying Fearlessly diving into the deepest darkest parts of the ocean Without thought or planning Without reservations Just the raw action of rapid relentless motion Dreamless Aimless Only one thing is sure Nothing will come of it Everything given up for nothing

This blog post is going to be a very bloggy type of post where I am going to attach pictures and use numbering and make it look all nice and organised. I've been doing a lot of art/craft, not sure if that's the word to use, but off late, I have been doing some nice things with my time. Like, 1. Me and a friend together made bags! The small sling ones! The canvas tote bags! 2. I made wine! It took me 42 days and I used  this . This is what it looked like on Day 1! And on Day 42! 3. I made a body wash out of this Dove bar . Step 1 - Grate! Step 2 - Boil with water!   Step 3 - Bottle and LABEL bitches! Toodles.