her hitler hairdo.

her hitler hairdo.

I am Ave, an overworked underappreciated Law undergrad from Singapore. My blog is linked at the top of this main page. You must excuse the bareness of the layout - function over form, as the Bauhaus men put it. (Disregarding the fact that form itself is one such function.) And yes, the pink has been changed to something asexual.

I write poetry when I feel - many people do, actually - and I feel most when emotions are extreme. For censorship purposes, I shall withhold my list of such extreme emotions. This collection of my poetry dates back two years since I started writing properly. You will frequently come across lists upon lists of random yet related words. They are an everpresent reminder that I must one day know what they are to be properly called, in a focal literary sense.

But until then, I present to you Her Hitler Hairdo, and pray that you will be as destabilized reading my work as I was writing it.

Name: ave

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The most recent being:

Junior College

Cold, hunched, numb, furious, scribbling, envious, idle?
Warming
Expectant, vigilant, confident, assuring, providing
Sweeping, chirping, freezing
Hunger, thirst, exhaustion, pain, aches, discomfort

Today we study
Tomorrow we study
This weekend we study
And the next

Next year we study, and for some,
After national slavery
After we study, no rest.
We work.

Dusty dingy cubicle
Fat flatulent boss
Bitchy boastful colleagues
Monotonous mulling transport
Minute measly pay
Unfulfilling unsatisfying job
Uninteresting unbecoming life

If we had land, we would build more -
schools homes factories reservoirs shopping centres hotels
But we don't.

We have too many things on one plate.

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