quote unquote

war is heaven's gentle reminder that
in man's relentless pursuit of perfection
the eternal battle between love and ego
must be accompanied with

shanti-shanti

ode to jogja

jukebox : flaming lips' do you realise

sunshine's smile is waning
sadness makes her cry
happiness makes her cry
there's no reason to smile

'cept the kids begging for first of the gang to die
'cept for the kids begging to be seen in cosplay
'cept for the kids begging to belong in bands
'cept for the kid smiling at strange sunshine
'cept for the kids waiting to be born

love don't mean nothing cos i'm alive
hear them out hear them out
theyre suffering those kids forgotten beaten
they're suffering those dead from the wake

sunshine needs gentle reminders
from her sunshine friends

that sunshine is not wrong to burn
that sunshine is not wrong to inspire
that sunshine is not wrong to feel
that sunshine is not wrong to think

sunshine doesnt want
sunshine doesnt panic
sunshine doesnt desire
sunshine doesnt forget

three dead cats
one dead lady
four thousand five hundred dead in jogja



do they realise that everyone will die?
do they realise that dreams don't die?

these dreams are waiting to be born
disintegrating reacting
in decaying graves
in the roots of trees
in the tips of magnolias
in the diamonds of blacknight

if only some could see
if only some could believe
if only some could risk
if only some could live

if sunshine's dreams chase her to her grave
if sunshine's dreams burn her down
if sunshine's dreams twist her mind

sunshine would twist and burn in her grave with a beatific amile on her face
and at the moment of her collapse
sunshine's lava tears would quench all fears
sunshine's white smile would light eternal miles
for the world would be able to see again

love,
zulaikharouac eperdu

trust me dahlin with zulaikharouac eperdu there will always be insights n insides

blur - sing (sound of my love ennui)

dumpsters are my salvation
4 4 the number i love
44 beloveds in 4a1
4 4 sound of psytrance
4 4 religion that maketh man
4 4 beat of carbon

 oh yesss the proocesss is if essssence

furniture - hush the dead are dreaming

my princess dot my idol
my princess dot voice of sanity
my princess dot my guru
my princess dot rocks my world

she waxes polytictheatrical
she articulates my madness
she gesticulates our nuances
she relaxes my manic heart

my sister, you're my all ages show
my sister, you're my allconsuming fire
i miss my sister!!!
i miss THE love of my life!!!!

can u hear it?
the end is approaching
slow as post rock
angry as punk rock
pure as indie rock

can u see it?
the revolution is coming
hush the ghosts are rising
hush the dreams are becoming
what they should be
reality as they know it is collapsing
the truth shall rise rise rise
and burn burn burn as
mad mad bugis candles

can you hear it mas?
the sound of your past
the glory of our past
shall now be the present

next year is the year of reckoning
london calling
bandung calling

my name is hubble

musical renaisaance or misplaced empathy?

jukebox : my sweet prince (plaebo)

my black king you are the one
you are my raison d'etre
you are my raffles
you are my sanity
you are my rama

only someone else's words could encapsulate all that i aspire

blur- to the end

All these dirty words
Jusqu'à la fin
They make us look so dumb
En plein soleil
Been drinking far too much
Jusqu'à la fin
And neither of us mean what we say
En plein amour

Well you and I
Collapsed in Love
And it looks like we might have made it
Yes it looks like we've made it to the end

What happened to us
Jusqu'à la fin
Soon it will be gone forever
En plein soleil
Infatuated only with ourselves
Jusqu'à la fin
And neither of us can think straight anymore

Well you and I
Collapsed in Love
And it looks like we might have made it
Yes it looks like we've made it to the end

Well you and I
Collapsed in Love
And it looks like we might have made it
Yes it looks like we've made it to the end

En plein amour
You and I collapsed in Love
And it looks like we might have made it
Yes it looks like we've made it to the end

En plein soleil
En plein soleil
En plein soleil...

peace.love.light,
zulaikaruac eperdu

panic

jukebox : itunes - feel

manic heart
panic chest
acid belly
acrid mind

only respite

mantras tantras
aorta skelter
altered avatar
realter skelter

crazy crazy crazy crazy
mazey mazey mazey mazey

just wanna be lazey lazey
please grant me wayout of this
heavy heavy heavy

only respite

to feel feel feel
to make make make
to sing sing sing
to fly fly fly

i live by the trees
underneath soleil's gaze
beneath fluffy clouds
this is my home

dont do that dudette,
jahrouac eperdu

to bali . love, jahrouac eperdu

jukebox : green shells clings clanks with his wind from his rotary creation

abstract expressionist cards
created pendant invigilation
craziness back again
accompanied by calm thank to Him

down miss L down
temporary satiation seems unlawful
but what can i do?
to err is my birthright

to love is my middle name
to BE is my alter ego
to create is my fate
to innovate is my calling

tu me fait non-seche
u make me wanna die
tu est tres delicieux
son les mots sur les choses l'amour a bali

i hope aniek deli and jeff get it at the right time
10-12 days she says
amidst white sands confusion
amidst duties all around

i need my book back
i hate myself and i want to die
i love everything and im ready to die
but give me a full life so

i can sing your praises
i can combust disintegrate evolve
into the white dove im meant to be
crooning lullabies of peace love light empathy

Every
Man
Please
Attend
To
Your
Heavy
Yearning

4.o4 am now
4 4 beat of my heart and his
4 4 beat of the world
4 4 sounds of His pyschedelic immaculate

lets pray for our collective consciousness
he prays for her happiness
i pray for my sanity
i pray for his deliverance

duty calls
love,
jahrouac eperdu

mad roman candle

jukebox : lys banter

if you want to gain something big
you have to be patient and
have hope and spirit - martha tilaar


caught a lite sneeze?
mr minnitt...
caught a lite disease
mr z'itch...

sleeping sleeping
eating eating
i'm sleep driving yet again

mic with short cable but hand charading he quintessential mic cable

jukebox : d5

song du jour pur la belle e

title : wait a minnitt mr man

vocoder - telephone sax voice
aural d5 onslaught

would u share me...
with your friends
would u share ms aida?
would you play me....
like a toy...
with all ...
your boys?
would u share me?
i 'll share you
i want to ...
share you
attendez..
une minute...
monsieur man....

love n other indoor sports,
eperdu

who asked you to this house?2

jukebox: silnce. motherofpearl.rosewood.silence


roudly awakened by
"who asked u to this house?"
red eyes
young innocent umnfamiliar limbs
jalan keleompong
strange
thank god local but strange
i yearn for my loyang rise
comforting but messy loyangr rise
sympathetic but foreign loyang rise
integrated but yet chinese loyang rise
im glad pap won
im glad pap lost
im glad im back in reality

love,
ep[erdu

dreams.inspire.me.

jukebox : adorable's sunshine smile

weeks of sleepless kerouac episodes have finally taken their toll
sunshine girl has succumbed to slumber
dreams of what she wants to be
dreams of what is yet to be
rudeboys in white hats
bearing blue cheesecake
bearing fishing rods
bearing inspiration
bearing endless longing for mr minnitt

no time for work
no time for love package
no time for friends
only time for sweet sweet sleep

she hopes to be reborn

love,
eperdu