They say,
we are too young
we are such kiddos
we are so spontaneous
we are so careless
so irrational
deep in the chaotic madness
we live like we don’t have tomorrow
The look, the age does matter to them
they dunno how much we suffer
they dunno how many times we feel dead inside
and reborn like poppies in springtime
we’re just simply young pure souls
bravery makes us go all the long way
fall damn hard and stand up as the soldier
never show fear, never show tear
never ask for sympathy, just the company
never look back, never regret
Only death can rip off our hope
all that pains just leave us some scars
We move the world
We change people mind
We are the youth
We are the future
Please all the grumpy ordinary seniors,
shut the fuck off if you dunno “we”.
Heal the brokenness.
Just read. Eat. Sleep.
Meet my favorite people.
Cut off all the cunts and dickheads.
Bury all the false friends.
Kick back my temper.
Repeat my pig cycle.
When I dip into reading again. Warm up with Haruki Murakami’s book then dive deeper into well of loneliness.
Nothing to prove. Nothing to lose.
Just dance with me in the rain of silent words.
Men without women.
Men without women.
Men without women.
Roaring this pain out loud.
Fresh wound. Grumpy wound.
Twisted in the core.
Where is my outlet?
Please police karma, where the heck you’ve been?
Burn, burn, burn all my anger!
Raise up my voice, fight for my right.
Can you hear it?
Napalm bomb in a ghost shell.
Rotten. Reborn.
Just how aboriginal people burn trees in Uluru every year.
The fire. The volcano. The destruction for the start of something new.
“Here the voice of Vietnam 🇻🇳, recorded from … Saigon (robot sound) /
🎵Saigonese are quite energetic, please let me turn on the speaker and perform my solo
🎶/ (original communism theme synced with glitch part) Fried beef ball, fried fish ball, fried beef beef, fried fish fish, especially yummy… /
Fried beef ball, fried fish ball, fried beef beef, fried fish fish, especially yummy…”
The dragon patterns belong to Tran-Ly dynasty with the sense of contemporary touch. Vietnam in the now is a communist country, in Saigon where I am from, people barely feel the dictatorship since we have so much freedom and wildlife. As long we don’t talk about politics and Uncle Ho in public, it would be fine. Yet there are so many restrictions or controversial matters that I experienced directly such as taking stuff from the luggage at the international airport when we come back from the States or developed countries, talking people lands and not paying in return. Still, we enjoy our lives there since things are messy and easy so I mix up Suboi rap queen latest hit and street vendor call to let the audience feel the scene by layers of glitch effects in visual and sound.
For øien hwang