Some scholar-practitioners
are just very pretty.
And then some ex-MOE Teaching Scholars
end up studying archeoastronomy.
Do I make weird choices?
I don't know. Depends on your definition
of beauty.
Depends on your definition of a leader.
Of someone who is allowed to be
honest about just how hot
the body of this island can get. How sunny
it can become, when you've had enough fun
with the infinite. With individuation's impossible limits. When you study
what is quite frankly impossible to conquer, even with renewed energy.
What is quite frankly impossible to temper, even when you don't think of it as sexy.
What is quite frankly impossible to think of as terror, when you redefine it as
projection, and someone else's sad, lonely, pathetic misery.
I'm not one for using words longer
than my CV, which as of today is 108 pages of succulent, juicy
Kristang scholarship. Some very meaty
things that apparently will make grown men in important positions
lose their rationality.
I may not even have an MA yet, but boy, the tenure on this community
is permanent. The things we've had to endure
whenever you claimed we were immoral. Disgusting. Hypersexual. Incoherent
as people capable of understanding ourselves.
I look at myself in mirror, and all I see is the hell
you tried to trap me in.
And yeah, I was fucking incinerated alive:
and I guess that's why it was what changed me for the win.
For in the boiling, and the toiling, and the torturing,
I also finally burned away all of your beautiful sin.
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