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It may or might not have been obvious, however individuals my age like to specific themselves on the internet.

I used to be active on Tumblr, that you would be able to still go to:

Imbentori

A short time back, I even thought of parsing by way of the original textual content I've there, and publish them in some sort of a e-book…

I’m not throwing this idea permanently away. It’s simply that I've more attention-grabbing issues to deal with, in my view.

Within the meantime, read the preface I drafted a while in the past for this might-be collection of non-public essays.

Preface There’s a free copy on-line

Entry # 1Entry # 2Entry # threeEntry # fourEntry # 5Entry # 6Entry # 7Entry # eightEntry # 9Entry # 10Entry # elevenEntry # 12Entry # thirteenEntry # 14Entry # 15: the response to any dream is its personal endingEntry # 16Entry # 17Entry # 18Entry # 19Entry # 20Entry # 21Entry # 22Entry # 23Entry # 24Entry # 25: 50 years past bedtimeEntry # 26Entry # 27: KbEntry # 28Entry # 29Entry # 30Entry # 31Entry # 32Entry # 33Entry # 34Entry # 35Entry # 36: innumerable pointlessnessEntry # 37Entry # 38Enrty # 39Entry # fortyEntry # forty oneEntry # 42Entry # 43: Things I’ve Learned in Matabungkay Beach Resort the primary Time I Got ThereEntry # forty fourEntry # 45: (i wrote once to a semi-imaginary fling. how stupid.)Entry # 46Entry # 47Entry # forty eightEntry # 49Entry # 50: four steps to senselessness and non-misanthropyEntry # 51Entry # 52Entry # fifty threeEntry # fifty fourEntry # 55Entry # 56Entry # 57Entry # 58Entry # fifty nineEntry # 60Entry # 61: a quick message to someone who is just not the same as earlier thanEntry # 62:Entry # 63:Entry # 64Entry # sixty fiveEntry # 66: the fury of sunny days and humid nightsEntry # 67Entry # sixty eightEntry # sixty nineEntry # 70Entry # 71Entry # 72Entry # seventy threeEntry # seventy fourEntry # 75Entry # 76Entry # 77Entry # 78Entry # 79: Carlin’s Comical Cynicism’s Carefully CorruptingEntry # 80Entry # 81Entry # 82Entry # 83Entry # 84Entry # 85Entry # 86Entry # 87Entry # 88Entry # 89Entry # 90Entry # 91Entry # 92Entry # ninety threeEntry # 94Entry # ninety fiveEntry # 96Entry # ninety sevenEntry # 98Entry # 99Entry # a hundredEntry # 101Entry # 102Entry # 103Entry # 104Entry # 105Entry # 106Entry # 107Entry # 108Entry # 109: choking jumpscare sequencesEntry # one hundred tenEntry # 111Entry # 112Entry # 113Entry # 114Entry # one hundred fifteenEntry # 116Entry # 117Entry # 118Entry # 119Entry # 120Entry # 121Entry # 122Entry # 123Entry # 124Entry # 125Entry # 126Entry # 127: find out how to be creativeEntry # 128Entry # 129: connectionsEntry # 130Entry # 131Entry # 132Entry # 133Entry # 134Entry # 135Entry # 136Entry # 137Entry # 138: afternoon ale-mentEntry # 139: mortals and pestlesEntry # 140Entry # 141Entry # 142Entry # 143Entry # 144Entry # 145Entry # 146Entry # 147Entry # 148: for somebody who dismisses horoscope, this is itEntry # 149Entry # 150Entry # 151Entry # 152Entry # 153Entry # 154Entry # 155Entry # 156Entry # 157Entry # 158Entry # 159Entry # 160Entry # 161Entry # 162Entry # 163Entry # 164Entry # 165Entry # 166Entry # 167Entry # 168: another dreamEntry # 169Entry # 170Entry # 171Entry # 172Entry # 173Entry # 174: friendships among netizens, and the unusual discord that followsEntry # 175Entry # 176: venting, or so it saysEntry # 177Entry # 178Entry # 179Entry # 180Entry # 181Entry # 182Entry # 183Entry # 184Entry # 185Entry # 186Entry # 187Entry # 188Entry # 189: maria susafeEntry # 190Entry # 191Entry # 192: not possible tweetsEntry # 193Entry # 193Entry # 194Entry # 195: sh(t txt p0st/$Entry # 196Entry # 197Entry # 198: character development?Entry # 199Entry # 200Entry # 201: final night in holy trinityEntry # 202Entry # 203Entry # 204Entry # 205Entry # 206Entry # 207Entry # 208Entry # 209Entry # 210Entry # 211Entry # 212Entry # 213Entry # 214Entry # 215Entry # 216Entry # 217Entry # 218Entry # 219Entry # 220Entry # 221Entry # 222Entry # 223Entry # 224Entry # 225Entry # 226Entry # 227Entry # 228Entry # 229Entry # 230Entry # 231Entry # 232Entry # 233Entry # 234Entry # 235Entry # 236Entry # 237Entry # 238Entry # 239Entry # 240Entry # 241Entry # 242Entry # 243Entry # 244Entry # 245Entry # 246Entry # 247Entry # 248Entry # 249Entry # 250Entry # 251: portraits of belt-bag beings and their iterationsEntry # 252Entry # 253Entry # 254Entry # 255Entry # 256Entry # 257Entry # 258Entry # 259Entry # 260Entry # 261Entry # 262Entry # 263Entry # 264Entry # 265Entry # 266Entry # 267Entry # 268Entry # 269Entry # 270Entry # 271Entry # 272Entry # 273Entry # 273Entry # 274Entry # 275Entry # 276Entry # 277Entry # 278Entry # 279Entry # 280Entry # 281Entry # 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Preface

The tongue that swirls with its perceived languages can only cope a lot from the calls for of diction. Imbentori, then, makes an attempt to speak the library of tensions as they by no means unfold in the mind, to glue incoherent rants with in/formal grammar & syntax to make it sound ir/rational. It's an inventory of private truths informed with cryptic lingo (or with International Art English1, one may argue) so as to add dimension to the mundane.

I wished to tell tales, fiction or in any other case, that had shaped me definitively. In some entries, though, there’s no room for interpretation. In any case, if you are feeling like the stream of thoughts problem the way in which you learn, hmm, then it’s purpose didn’t go off tangent.

"Which is what, precisely?" I hear you ask.

"Well," I mutter, racking my brain for correct wording. "The intention of sharing this model of my Youth-captured between 2012 and 2018-is to offer a perspective of somebody who both despises the world, yet remains hopeful of the people’s capacity to kick-start a change, although they bore me at that." And you then plop back in your chair, still unsatisfied with my ambiguous response.

You will discover quirks. Probably the most notable was how I refuse to capitalize letters that needed capitalization. It’s fashion; you’ll get over it.

It’s tempting to edit away all of the cringe parts, however I feel those parts are what makes this physique of work, if you may name it that, unique. Right now, I’ll compromise by trimming a number of the unhealthy stuff.

If every part sounds strange, it’s because I had been in this odd part.

There’s a free copy online

Most of them are lumped into what I call Unscholarly Notes, after a chapter in one among my favourite books by F. Sionil Jose.

Selected Entries

The next are the entries that I like, with slight edits.

Entry # 1

Someone called me on the cellphone, but I didn’t hear it immediately, because I used to be too absorbed on the gyrating sound waves popping out of the speakers. My music, Queen, was too loud, and the audio system are of the trendy tech, in order that they don’t do this magical suggestions each time a call or a textual content comes in my cellphone.

You all know that, proper? A few years back, audio system screech when a telephone close by would obtain one thing. Nowadays, they don’t. They've killed the magic.

I picked up the telephone. The voice at the opposite end was raspy however clear. It was one of many mistresses of the previous landlord of the community where I dwell in now. She stated she was coming to pick up a few of her previous clothes and to drop just a few different things.

There are visitors who seemed wanting to stay, but I can’t enable that. I need to be at my very own now, see what is going to occur. If she comes, and she stays, and she waits for the landlord, the two of them will lock themselves in their outdated room the place they may make love for the remainder of the day. Why can’t they simply leave me in peace?

Entry # 2

Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2013

Dear diary, at this time I watched extra movies of people fucking each other. I feel it’s referred to as pornography or erotica, however it will depend on the grade of steam which confutes any discrepancy between the two.

These individuals surprised me with their whines. I don’t get it. Am I imagined to touch my genitals just to emulate what they have been experiencing? There was an order of choice that I've read somewhere, however my not remembering when and the place I found such an article proves how sleazy can I be. What I do know is that, I have to do it with a number of persons, but with whom?

I clicked on a panel that played a video of two ladies shamed by an "ex-convict" on an absurd stage, and he bought to ram his penis down their throats for greater than 4 minutes. It was transferring like a piston. I felt nervous for these individuals who don't have anything however their blessed our bodies. Maybe this isn’t entertainment however one thing inhumane that feeds off the carnal wishes. If I need to actually give it some thought, I suppose it was not their choice to take part in such a graphic state of affairs.

Sex workers puzzle me. I know I have no proper to question their deeds, however nonetheless, the nature of their work is past my comprehension. I feel so dumb saying that.

Dear diary, I'm lonely. I want to struggle off the urge. I wish to spend the remainder of the week cuddling in someone’s arms. I don’t must take cold baths, as a result of life isn’t an enormous porcelain bath tub, nor a playlist of fetishes.

Entry # 3

On moments that I look out of the window, I see the glorious sky. Everything is modernized. Everything seems to be hopeful, yet ugly, but only should you regarded lengthy enough to see the details.

Entry # 4

Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2013

I wish I may cough up great lyrics and give you good guitar chords to go with it.

I wish to do a thousand robust push-ups for each mistake I make. That approach, I would be robust sufficient to endure future errors.

I wish to rebuild the walls I destroyed in order to get here, however evidently it’s all too late now. Someone out there is aware of why.

Entry # 5

People from the suburbs have vacated the opposite room. It's free from dirt now. They've additionally cleaned it. Got rid of the pests which may want to scurry concerning the floor. I'm glad the room is all mine now.

The room lacks decorations and tender pillows. It would echo in here. It lacks inspiration, nevertheless it has me now. And now, I've it.

Entry # 6

Kill me not with admiration, and tell me I'm one of the best person to have entered your life ever. My guitar strings ache to be strummed, my containers of mementos long to be remembered, but I don’t care about them. I care about you.

You who have introduced yourself to your personal knees. You whose ponytail I held in place simply so you possibly can mourn and bow down earlier than me. I could set up a room for the two of us where we might strangle the milk of life out of one another, but you selected to be free. And to be sincere, xfans.tube that was your only possibility.

You selected to be together with your cats and your boy friends. I had nothing to do with them, so I, in flip, chose to set you free, even when I wanted otherwise.

Entry # 7

Date: Fri, 01 Nov 2013

My grandfather, who looked like Quezon, as soon as belonged to a guerrilla drive. They lived within the mountain facet, similar to any other rebellion at the time. They boiled unripe corncobs and cow bones they stole from the farms close by for lunch. They had been outlaws. They needed to throw the Japanese out of the nation, only that they failed to take action.

Theirs had been the tales of conflict in opposition to alien adversaries who had been more highly effective. They have been simpletons turned militia who knew only some issues about war. If they wanted so dangerous to be an active risk to their opponents, they might have constructed at least one good plot. But they preferred to be cowards hidden behind ferns and rocks.

He died on the age of 80. Everybody prayed their own variations of lamentations at his funeral. I was not there. I did not even see him during his final moments, so rattling me now.

My mother commonly reminds us of her admiration for her father. In her own phrases, he was the greatest man who lived. She informed me how her mom wept throughout the funeral, so much in order that they laughed at her, saying she was over-reacting.

Entry # eight

Date: Sat, 02 Nov 2013

To the brother whose downfall is inevitable,

Your woman talked to me the other night, but I used to be not listening fastidiously. Did she say that you have been destroyed by an outdated lady? That you broke into tears inside a taxi, as a result of none of your schemes labored out?

Old hags do are likely to cause that. Sometimes, they're too previous for feelings that they can’t even handle themselves. They resort to a so-known as systematic deity whom they worship as a lot as they worship their laundry. It is all helpless now.

For you and for her, the previous widow.

The sparrows will soon take her and all of her possessions away. The final air she will breathe looms nigh before her.

Entry # 9

Date: Sun, 03 Nov 2013

I can’t promise not to be so anxious in regards to the impermeability of jagged things right here in this wanton metropolis, here on this aspect of the world. I can lock myself up in a room with venomous dingoes and snapping Venus flytraps, however inform me, can I really lock myself up in a room with deranged weirdos? I cannot be the spark of another lame people’s thoughts. I, too, am suffering. I can't be of some assist to others, sorry about that.

Another night time, I used to be not thinking straight once more. I feel I was capable of horrendous crimes that point. So as an alternative of losing it, I acquired myself jacked in the computer and played the entire piano concertos repetitively, until I came again to my senses, and all the pieces seemed great again.

Entry # 10

Date: Mon, 04 Nov 2013

Let it sit there within the mellow light. And let it's clear to you that it isn't yours, that factor. This isn't a race that you could possibly just break into a run like you are going to make it to the finish line. When you run now, you is not going to make it. The end line is just a perceived idea by way of which we wish to mission the type of reality we wanted, the targets we wish to get.

So hear me out on this, and simply let the factor sit by itself. It is safely locked in right here. The room is all so-and-so-proof-nothing goes in or out. Entirely vacuum sealed.

Now, step out of the room and shut the door behind you.

Good.

Listen to me. It's the satisfaction in us that may bleed us to death. You are not owned by your satisfaction. And it's worthwhile to rack your brains if it's a must to, simply so you'll do not forget that. If it's important to jot these down, do it, for tomorrow and the day after that and so forth, there can be troublesome exams. Life is a practical test.

Entry # 11

Date: Tue, 05 Nov 2013

Regardless of the hours of rest I give myself, this quake in my chest still would not die down. My heart thrashes for no romantic motive. And through its convulsive moments, I feel this concern would possibly eat me. Later this present day, I would trace my steps again into the previous night to see what I have accomplished to feel so gutted and spooked, though I extremely doubt it could be of any help.

Entry # 12

On a night time with the least expectations, someone would possibly want to indicate up by the entrance gate. She could be a good friend, her derelict car behind her, engine vibrating in anticipation of an extended senseless drive.

She may need to ask me in her automotive, and ask for advice: about how she was so doped that her mom discovered; concerning the terrible travails that almost diminished her thoughts to dementia.

I'd say, "Get us out of here first." The tires would then screech.

I would inform someone to go to the closest bridge, ideally at least a mile lengthy, and there we'd simply drive again and forth. But the bridge wouldn't reply to such foolish actions.

She may get uninterested in driving and just take me to her room instead.

After all, nobody will actually show up and demand my presence. None of this will ever occur.

Entry # thirteen

Date: Thu, 07 Nov 2013

On a number of aspects of human frailty that I fail to tamper with logic, a deep resentment in discussing them prevails. Is it as a result of human that I'm, that with a purpose to perform usually, I need to act as if my weaknesses are repulsive matters? But isn’t that denial, enough a cause to be asking for psychiatric assist?

Well, I don’t need assistance. I’m doing good with my dull, simple life, thanks very much.

Entry # 14

Date: Sun, 10 Nov 2013

Gentlemen can’t rack their brains. Ladies won’t do it for them. The might has been passed again and forth, in order that someday, no one will probably be needing the other. We'd all grow to be asexual, and the only horrible thing about that's not finding sufficient limbs to stimulate the genitals.

Entry # 15: the response to any dream is its personal ending

I ask now for the knowledge of people listening to me out about this one tiny bit (Yes, my lifeless grandfather, you're considered one of them, so please cease brushing my shoulder along with your phantom arms.):

TO DREAM of someone each single night when the clock strikes 9 at the fall of all of the bass with the banging in unison of all buttheads to the tune of all that has collapsed and might be collapsing with an angelic choir from the ripped-open heavens apart IS normal as long because it doesn't leave me grasping for breath, right? My dreams are manufactured from unhappy stuff. Once i wake up from one, I put a pillow between my legs and hug one other with my arms, because it’s all I have. A bunch of un-talkative pillows, all heat-much less and disappointingly foamy. They have phased out the feathery as soon as. Too many geese and ducklings and mallards had suffered.

I saw as soon as a meme somewhere, asking what if the pillows recorded our desires and all we had to do is plug them to our computer systems in the morning to see our them, if any, again. Are they that silly to not know that each one goals don't have any substantial beginnings? Only endings. Sometimes good, but most of them simply cease abruptly.

Once upon a time, I had many desires of this particular one that stopped jamming with me rapidly-and that is fine. Maybe she dreamed of different individuals, too, who can be genuinely interested within the good stuff of pop music she favored. My sister, upon witnessing me trying so badly wrecked, determined someday to teach me a lesson on the right way to deal with the feminine intricacy: Snap out of it.

Entry # sixteen

Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2013

Science never instructed us that deeply ingrained within the cosmic particles the earth was made up of, are so much drudgery that when the godly forces of Universe swirled it all up into a gargantuan sphere, the amalgam was however a place considerable of disappointment. Disappointment that, if served continuously in lots of a chilly dose, will dissolve human religion. Thus, it isolates a person in a barren phenomena, a distant sanctuary of the internal self, sometimes referred to as madness.

Entry # 17

The roads that department out to those distant havens are all awfully pungent like rotten onion. So here’s a ineffective lifehack: Be skeptical of maps with X’s on them, just because they are stupid and do not belong in this time and age. Only historic topography had these large crimson marks on them. They had been created by humans for people as imaginary targets with no evident rewards, so they may be at liberty to be objective, be freed from their doubts of existence, be formidable regardless of the dull Sundays. What use actually is there of a map? The lengthy roads are boring and tiring; the short ones are swift and tasteless.

After thousands of years of improving expertise, we nonetheless find ourselves caught and deserted in a unique dimension.

Entry # 18

Date: Wed, thirteen Nov 2013

Despite the miseries the child had gone by, he managed to salvage his childhood by speaking to a toy. He's his personal true good friend. A bond was naturally formed between him and Himself, idealistically unbreakable even at the toughest times. He was seldom seen crying just because he was seldom seen at all. When he was locking himself up in his room, who knows what things he was doing there, the miracles enchanting him there. People had been frightened, however only because they don’t perceive. And those who do by no means had sufficient time to pay him a visit.

The kid was vibrant, I have to say. He realized that individuals don't all the time see the world as he sees it, and that it is his responsibility to grasp them.

The sores nonetheless burn him throughout the years, however now he’s too powerful for them. Actually, his toughness is so much for him to handle that it grows out as patches of facial hair and untrimmed nails and badly-attended hygiene. The sores itch him someplace just above the chest, however he’s change into tolerant now.

Entry # 19

Date: Thu, 14 Nov 2013

I used to be pushing myself, tapping at the frontal lobes, hoping to remember one thing they taught me nearly twelve hours in the past. I was the brand new guy, one who offers the glass round a circle of conversationalists. All of us drank the glass full of poison.

Laps later, discuss obtained higher. At that time, I munched on meat served on the table when this scourge began boiling in my stomach. The potion I had been passing round betrayed me; the buddy grew to become the repulsive adversary. In a blink, I was within the bathroom, throwing up. The liquid rushing by the throat and nasal cavity made painful spasms. Vomit dripped on my lips and in my nostrils. I felt weak.

This guy on the mirror squinted his eyes at me. He seemed desolated and trapped. Too, he appeared cool in that Joker shirt. Next time I see him, I’d take him out into the real world.

I cleaned up my mess. Peed after that. Went out and located my cousin ready by the restroom door, asking if I have been still doing good. I nodded and smiled and went to bed.

I try to recall what they informed me, but all of these went with the gastric pulp down the reservoir of rejected rules (referred to as bathroom).

Entry # 20

Date: Sat, sixteen Nov 2013

It has been a very long time since I used to be final aware of my being atop a flooring of some church. Maybe, in recalling it proper now, it was the final time I'd ever be in a church, or any holy establishment for that matter.

At first, I was bashful popping out as a cross-breed of agnostic and atheist, but the extra I learned, the extra sure I grew to become, that counting on religion alone wouldn't be smart a technique if one, comparable to I, had been to proceed dwelling in cussedness.

I dislike the general ambiguity of it, mainly because of extremists and militants who distort and/or obscure the reality; although I like the religious holidays and the way they're so good at briefly changing us into ethical and type beings, in whatever methods we know how, genuine or not, earlier than we return to our standard selves. During this interval, we're allowed to vocalize our hopes for humanity with minimal judgmental suggestions. Everybody immediately can forgiving. And here and there, lights would appear as adornments of the house, a welcome banner to accommodate any spirit who would decide to lounge in and share some thoughts.

Some individuals give too much colour to it, although, to a degree that my eyes have had sufficient of this abject misery. Here we're still with our dumbness in tact, attempting to make one thing out of nothing. Conjurers we aren't.

Entry # 21

Date: Tue, 19 Nov 2013

Didn’t go to the morning class. Arrived late on the afternoon class, nevertheless it was superb. The professor decided to not show up, and make us wait in vain as a substitute. Waited until the final class.

It was the toughest half, waiting. It all the time has been. Waited until my buttocks grew to become sore in sitting. Waited until my legs deserted my being for standing too lengthy.

Stuck my head out for some colleagues who were enjoying crossword puzzle on a pill. They thanked me every time I obtained a phrase proper. Waited for the final class. The raging present of boredom was made to take me away from the university, but it surely didn’t.

And that i waited nonetheless. Until the last class. I was hanging round gay folks giving lecture to straight dudes about homosexuality, and i lingered lengthy sufficient to listen to all the pieces they all had to say.

I waited until lastly, the wait was over. After i stepped in the last class, a 30-page shock exam was waiting for me in my desk. "It’s a joke," I believed, virtually too loud. It wasn’t a joke. And the last professor for the day did not appear to be within the temper for dangerous jokes. In 45 minutes I was performed with the whole thing. Whether I took the exam severely was out of the question. It’s a humorous world we stay in. We wait for the mistaken things to occur.

Entry # 22

Date: Wed, 20 Nov 2013

Once i think of how dashing I'm, I picture myself misplaced with the commuters ready within the prepare station, all well-dressed and effectively-mannered.

When I’m drunk, I dance while I pee. I draw murals on bathroom tiles with urine, and on the morning it will smell of ammonia.

I fan an outdated e-book on my nose and start sniffing its wasted years of abandonment, the odor of aging vanilla diffusing profusely from its pages to the air, renovating my deconstructed ideas. I attempt to record what I’m doing as drafts (not movies) on my phone.

I think I’m hot stuff, generally. I believe I’m all glam from head to toe, but it is all feigned. No want now for brashness; I'm totally conscious of what I actually am, and it’s really not that tough to see. I consider mysterious sounds droning somewhere to console me, but all that echoes back is a monotonous buzz. It’s all cheap cologne and thrift retailer clothes and perforated undergarments; and the practice station is absolutely only a dark alley of bad crimes, and the commuters are really just rats. The joints are creaky after they shouldn’t be.

I might really feel pretty generally, but rainbows aren’t going to last the whole day. I’m just like everyone else, trying to be cool.

Entry # 23

Date: Sat, 23 Nov 2013

Last Wednesday, I was already 30 minutes late for one of my classes, however I lingered across the corridor, eyeing sometimes the glass door behind which I must be, ready for the professor to go out. You see, virtually all the time does he excuse himself to go out to fetch one thing. I saw this as my alternative to sneak in his class.

Exit he did, solely once i least anticipated it. I fumbled for my phone and acted to be waiting for something else, and that i can solely hope that he did not acknowledge me as one in all his college students. I decided to rooster out. I made up excuses and debated with myself, but in the end, I chickened out. I used to be so shut. Ridiculously so to haven't carried on with this silly plan. Being late already means demerits, and never appearing in any respect in this necessary subject only made me sink deeper into my very own grave. The lesson, I hope I do know now, is to never back out, not now, not later or ever.

Entry # 24

Date: Tue, 26 Nov 2013

none of us might think straight, possibly it’s due to the libido setting in, or the lack of sense of responsibility, or the obscure feeling of abandonment. i don’t know. i tried suppressing mine by drinking lots of chilling fluids from the freezer, however my mind nearly bought frozen. so i stopped searching for the things that may cure me of my illness.

a not-so-close good friend admitted she was a bit worried i might get outdated faster than her, however i assured her that my gears will not be rusty but. simply three days ago, once i woke up, i did some push-ups. my gears usually are not rusty but. i did two sets of push-ups, 5 reps every, and that i felt good. however later that day, my shoulder blades began aching. my pillows are all wet. how is that? my blankets, my bed sheets, my notebooks, my bag, all wet, each one in all them. drenched with gooey substance. the scent shouldn't be evident, however with cautious commentary, one can easily deduce that such might only come from the home windows of 1 abominable soul.

i know what you're considering. however it isn’t true. they say phrases are highly effective, but when they arrive from a tainted memory, phrases will be deceiving. do not be fooled. learn how to read past the traces. once i say my pillows are wet, i could mean my pillows were doused in nightmarish sweat. give it some thought.

Entry # 25: 50 years previous bedtime

Date: Sat, 30 Nov 2013

I will likely be your solely remedy if you attain the tip of your profession. I would be the palpable, inexplicable aftertaste with which it would be best to harm yourself on the again of your tongue. I will not be toxic, though. Therefore, there shall be no harm. Simply, I will be needed, just as one needs pills when one is feverish and unhealthy.

Preservation-for it's the previous and golden that wants preserving; instincts and memories flashed pseudo-completely on movies or photographic papers. Sometimes we consider ourselves as a egocentric bunch, but there is extra to that. Thoughts in sarcophagus, mummified, waiting to be unearthed by future archaeologists.

Hopefully, after I bury these distractions, these murky musings-you, of course, along with all of it-our descendants would take the time to dig them up, to debunk the encircling myths, to endure from our recklessness, and to procure among the many ruins that glistening knowledge I assumed to have possessed but never actually had.

Entry # 26

Date: Sun, 01 Dec 2013

I haven't but concerned myself in a bodily intimate act, typically crudely known as having intercourse, with another individual. Fuck me, right?

Entry # 27: Kb

Should drunk folks go to church? They seem to be passionate about begging for forgiveness.

I tried to carry myself up from the wood floor but it’s no use. It’s reasonably an excellent thing, distinctive even, that close to me is a pen and a notebook. This is written first earlier than I typed it closely into my exhausting drive.

I ask a lot forgiveness; I needs to be a pope or reside a celibate life or someone immune to the temptations of overseas flesh. I will use my hand. Good factor that is not the case. I suppose you weren't born for the likes of me.

When within the morning I wake up, you'll still be in my thoughts. It really works only if you have been just as partial to me as am I to you.

I tried writing, but nothing got here out of my pen except drools and spoiled sardines. What does that even imply? I hope you like those that battle to formulate correct thoughts from defiled beings, because if not-too dangerous.

Instead of a lovely letter, it came out like this. You should’ve seen my notebook, how aggressively I scribbled down the strains, not all too hyperbolic to your taste, however given time, I feel they will mean one thing to someone sometime.

The dog’s been chirping the whole night time, however how come? Dogs usually are not created for this kind of thing. I've puzzled enough to suppose the place you is likely to be on this darkest hour, but I'm not myself at this minute. The likes of me cannot make advances because the likes of me drop by to say hiya a bit too late.

Entry # 28

Date: Mon, 02 Dec 2013

Outside lies an interesting area. Acres of solitary people forming level circles of commotion. Wanting to be heard or seen or sometimes unnoticed. Institutions for the misguided, for the zealots, and the in-betweens. But I desire Here, respiratory comfortably round denizens unwilling to choke me with their ideals. Here is an efficient place. Here you aren’t, you weren’t, you won’t be. Oh the joy of cumulative absence, whatever it means to you!

Entry # 29

Date: Wed, eleven Dec 2013

I ask myself if the idea of my mind being attuned to a candy raspberry voice I have by no means heard were dependable, that is, if paying heed to such can be price my while. Disconnect a lonely man from the tranquil comforts of his zone, and imagine me, he will soon be listening to a voice so lovely he won’t believe it is from his personal illusory incantations.

Entry # 30

Date: Thu, 12 Dec 2013 10:26:32

My monochrome cellphone rang, and that i picked it up. "Hey," stated the girl on the other line. "Are you free proper now?" It took me some time to acknowledge the voice. It was, after all, Marian. Psych grad at 25. Practitioner of an unhealthy way of life. Preacher of poorly executed quips. That Marian.

"Yeah," I mentioned.

Once, she was a cast in my midnight dream, but that was earlier than the wedding earlier this year. Had I been more receptive, I would have known her discreet "suggestions" and would have gladly reciprocated her hints. But marriage does convey out the woman in every girl; Marian is aware of higher than to gun every younger man in the room together with her pheromones. She is now extra dedicated to her husband, as she should be.

M and i talked for a while about this social gathering she was inviting me in. I did not like going to parties, but this was a alternative not mine to make.

I dislike family gatherings, as they all the time end up in political discussions that I'm bored with listening to. Aunts and uncles throw again and forth the same opinions that I have memorized, but I won’t trouble you with the details. We're a multitude, you must know that.

Bonifacio died not as a result of he was a part of the revolution, not because the enemies' rifles peppered him with bullets. He died as a result of it was an order of the former leader. Do I feel it was a betrayal of types? Here I used to be, questioning about patriotism on a birthday social gathering.

We are a mess, my kin and that i, it's essential to know that. We think deeply in the dead of night moments of solitude, but within the wee hours of the morning, we weep brat-like as a result of we are inclined to soil our sheets with the crap coming out of our boring mouths.

After drinking the equivalent of three bottles of beer, I needed to sleep off the remainder of the night, that I might shut the individuals out of my head lastly.

Introductions once more on the morrow, but not now. I want some snoozing.

Entry # 31

Date: Fri, 13 Dec 2013

It would be good for me to find you elsewhere, maybe in a extra okay place than this one. A wretched world the place seven billion weirdlings stay by no means is an efficient rendezvous for 2 people, one in every of whom aspires to be the perfect fling of the opposite. Outer Space wouldn’t do as nicely.

The infinite quirks of our daily lives bore the heck of me. Get me out of such languorous affairs, and let me see you already prepped up for this easy occasion I am trying to drag you in.

Entry # 32

Date: Sat, 14 Dec 2013

The seems and the sounds and the feels of the people I've been searching emotionally tortures me. The rumor is true: Individuals are more lovely on the web. About their smarts, although-they range from person to individual. What's the etiquette, then, on the subject of dealing with these kinds of people? Whatever it's, I simply must ensure that I am not to be so spooky to them. Ah-

Do not pressure it, they say. Do not. Do not, and all shall naturally, smoothly comply with.

Entry # 33

An old hag I do know is into suits of cough currently. Her pricey weak lungs now finally giving up on her. I would advise her to take her vitamins quickly.

An previous hag is the wisest crook I do know, and if she died in her sleep, it would be a shame.

And the previous hag wants some again rub, however it’s the center of the evening, and she hates the mere sight of me. It is not me whom she needs, but her god.

And her god would speak to her in her desires, asking her to stop smoking. "Do it for them," he would say. But she is such a stubborn woman that even a divine deity as influential and fashionable as her god couldn't persuade her.

Entry # 34

It is astonishing to seek out one thing so repulsive to be so breathtakingly stunning. An novice illness gone viral. Hers was a daring shot to the skies of blaring cyber-fame. The magic in her soul is hers to handle, and for the world to leash.

Entry # 35

Date: Tue, 17 Dec 2013

Love is real. An invincible arc passing between no less than two contacts. An thought agreed upon. A painful abstraction of an empty stomach. An ignorance that couldn't be vanquished. A gimmick pulling again the strands of hair to a neat type. An inexpensive perfume. A cheap mint. Strings of used floss. Polished fingernails. An affection for the outdated minds. Love is real, but lovers are usually not.

Entry # 36: innumerable pointlessness

Date: Wed, 18 Dec 2013

1. Raindrops fell on scorching roads. Heat from the deepest, most complicated of sanatorium was exhumed to the surface. Heavy clouds lure the vapors. Everyone was getting agitated as town melted beneath the sky. It’s physics.2. Shards shot out to random directions, away from the crime scene. The vase had fallen to the floor, and that i wondered why. The shards had been everywhere. And what in regards to the flowers? It’s unfortunate one could not simply reverse the trail of every pressure of each particle that moved. There is no such thing as a Rewind Button; this God didn't make the events in the Universe to be reversible. It’s physics.3. I wasn’t trying while you have been speaking to me. Nothing in your speech is fascinating. Because it’s about metaphysics.

Entry # 37

Date: Thu, 19 Dec 2013

Discuss a whole lot of issues.

Words came out of my mouth, slurry and very a lot undefined. I had no good sound to produce, no good thought to mutter, and still I opted to talk as if it have been an obligation. I used to be advised that random conversations alleviate the stress inside-a launch, a black opening, a tiny gap the place the strangling gasesss would essscape, slithering all the way in which out.

The buzz I made was too much, however the anguish within the guts remains. I could be perpetually strangled.

Entry # 38

Date: Fri, 20 Dec 2013

Several minutes before midnight, all is burning. All is white with joy and want and illustrative rage; and the tremendous heat escaping from the excited bodies make sudden changes.

Earth has been such a cheerful place where completely satisfied recollections are shelved in boundless rooms. And we have made it that means. Humans are a mass so optimistic that the illusions of hellish ways of how the world would finish can't consummate our prospects of having one thing divine.

The midnight is coming, or has come. Or has gone. Nobody knows for certain. Time has been distorted by numerous corrections and errors. Either we are dying, or already we're lifeless.

Enrty # 39

Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2013

I’m holding you sober. Your sobriety is a blessing, truly, like a sneeze launched violently after being held for so long. Thus, while my presence remains to be vivid, I hold you not in solace but in a fiery excitement. This is not a violation of privacy, not even a vile stratagem I organized; moderately, a celebration of two miscible personas and the occasions that might follow.

Sometimes, I would look round, then see your face cranked and distorted with stress; your nails empty of colors; hair badly done, wanting of rapid care. I would need to increase a comforting arm, enlist you as somebody deserving of goodness in life that solely I could hand out, administer whatever assistance acceptable; and yet you remain indefeasible and mighty, even on this blurry world, that I dare not go close to.

I’m holding you as an idol misplace in vain, as I'd hold an costly wristwatch I can’t afford. In reality, I can't hold you, nor can I ask you to kindly hike up the skirt and present me a flawed world no longer knowledgeable of pampering.

Entry # forty

Date: Tue, 24 Dec 2013

Sometimes, I want you could take a 5-minute day-off (ha!) from your skewed visions of screwed-up existence, however I have recognized the feeling for therefore lengthy I cannot help but set up a gig for you to immerse your self in, since I cannot persuade you to see your life otherwise. It cannot be silenced easily, I know. It cannot be shushed. I imagine, although, that someday, if you pulled and pushed the oars laborious enough, you'll transcend from such a low level in your life, one way or one other. Be dear now, and don’t do something stupid.

Entry # 41

Date: Wed, 25 Dec 2013

I'm a freelancer good friend. Everybody’s no one. The bastard who is one way or the other profitable of successful many a peer by staying impartial, but is befriended really by only some. I am the embodiment of a grapevine stuffed with backlashes, backstabbing secrets and techniques, and unfinished arguments. Containing all of them is like taming a bull: I can’t. But I am a buddy of this and a friend of anti-this, and this is all I have. Good luck with that.

I'm the messenger who died in the landmine subject, and my lords and ladies whose anguish I've did not ship to their respective recipients would have desired for me another type of loss of life; nonetheless, I don’t want to tell them my failure, nor do I need a second shot at retribution.

I'm a freelancer good friend, but if this did not make sense, it could work out for me simply wonderful.

I've witnessed how folks silently accuse others for their amusement, however have finished nothing towards it. I, too, am a perpetrator, and knowing that that title doesn’t offend me offends me. If this didn't make sense, then I do know I'm doing it proper.

I'm a freelancer buddy, what a hectic job it's.

I am everyone’s mailbox of undelivered hate, and if you'll just please bash my head with a baseball bat like what jocks do in shitty motion pictures for fun-

Entry # forty two

Date: Sat, 28 Dec 2013 12:01:00

I don’t thoughts goofing round with individuals who listen to drone tracks for entertainment, because they’re those who have interesting ideas to share.

I don’t mind getting hexed by alpha dogs of my social circle. I’ve achieved a whole lot of dangerous things, and a little curse from them would only function a reminder that I should be doing worse.

Entry # 43: Things I’ve Learned in Matabungkay Beach Resort the primary Time I Got There

Date: Wed, 01 Jan 2014

Cousins plan to take me to the faraway hellhole. I remember the setting as derisive, making one learn a couple of issues:

- Cigarette butts are as ubiquitous as the gray sand.- Kids invade the seashore at day whereas adults patiently look forward to the evening.- Fatty meats are ironically must-haves when celebrating.- Also alcohol and gambling.- Forget not thy earplugs. Terrible singers populate the local karaoke hubs, letting free of their anguish with their hard accents.- Overlooking the sandy deposits of Matangbukay are lifeguard towers. All of them seem empty, although.- Derived from the interiors of truck tires are loads of lifebuoys (which compensate for the scarcity of lifeguards).- Everybody wears bikini on this place. Everybody.- People should not in any respect loud and rowdy. Not less than, that’s what I've observed 500 meters away from them.- To keep away from sunburn, avoid the solar.- Grill every thing; die from colon cancer later.- End your journey by catching a last glimpse of the setting sun.

Entry # forty four

The meandering eyes possess a certain sharpness that solely age or sickness might defeat. The meteoric pair sweeps the scenery earlier than relaying any acquired data to a decent mind. However, they’re altogether defamed with detestable feedback that often come from detestable figures, increasingly so that the night has grow to be an impatient anticipate the daybreak.

Entry # 45: (i wrote as soon as to a semi-imaginary fling. how stupid.)

Date: Thu, 02 Jan 2014

In penning this do I realize that your prolonged absence simply can't be vanquished by smoke nor stupor. I enchantment to you, thus, to redeem me immediately from the miring transpiration of my existence. Be that lucent reminder that not less than one person is mad enough to console me, that I am price the gap from the punitive gags others throw at me.

In reciprocation, I might be at my greatest conduct. By this, I mean to hush down my stupidities and is not going to be much of a douche most fashionable persons are. This can stop your ideas from being clouded with unsuitable accusations and conclusions.

If, nonetheless, issues would exit of control, for such is Nature and all of its components, from order dissipating to disorder, then we should settle for it.

(Strange for me to say these items about us parting already when we haven’t even met but.)

I must go now, stranger. My mattress invites me to DreamLand; it shall wane a bit of my impatience, and halt quickly the effluvium of my tizzy ideas of a faraway you. Take care at all times.

Entry # forty six

We are remoted in an inaccessible isle of complexity quitters, removed from where the funerals of social behaviors are. We've secrets and techniques that may astound earthworms and overlords alike We're not honorifics nor bureaucracies, but we are able to vigorous copulation and humorous potentialities. We're so stupidly pushed we expect we will personal our disgusting selves. We are an asylum of dumb fucks in dusty trunks. We're a large number of tragedies.

Entry # 47

Date: Fri, 03 Jan 2014

My eyes now burn as the sunshine effervescing from the monitor steal me away. I'm taking a look at all the highlights of the human race, the darkness of the human travail, every peak and each trough. I am staring, too, at some faces, these declaring innocence. Inanimate faces are the only innocent issues one can look peacefully at these days; and what a nasty-luck-for-the-earth, for they cannot change the world.

Entry # forty eight

Many a night had I perspired in my sleep, the stench could be heavy by morning. I had to solar them thrice a week to eliminate the odor. But not anymore. I shall suffer not from sweaty nights. Alas! here comes the monsoon. It reveals the relief: a nourishing surge for the nonexistent seeds sown in the soiled ideas of all, delightfully that it excites those who had grown bored with their dull vacation. A transition of seasons when peculiar issues are deemed okay: once more will payments drop to extra reasonably priced rates; wenches in corporal suits will now be drenched whores within the storm; autos will quickly float as chunks of metallic lilies on torrents of filth; bastards into sentimental poets. The remaining-they are youngsters once more, and the sour smell from their fermented armpits has gone.

Entry # 49

Date: Sat, 04 Jan 2014

There have all the time been clusters of authoritarian behaviors ruining interpersonal relationships in all places. It focuses one’s views on a central dogma-the person’s self. On account of this dread, imagination turns into the solution to those who're defeated by the ruthless bossiness. The important thing to their internally induced contentment could lie on daydreaming that peace has an opportunity. That peace does stand an opportunity in altering the heartless into philanthropist.

Entry # 50: four steps to senselessness and non-misanthropy

Date: Sun, 05 Jan 2014 12:01:17

1. Protection before insertion. Diminish as much damage as you may by initiating the verification of a thought or an concept earlier than you attempt placing it in a debate with others. It doesn’t should be clear, however it should be cleansed.2. Allow usage of coins and undeviced dice for the sake of sustaining steadiness. The balance is to be saved horizontal. If it tilts, cease throwing up.3. Consider also ringing in your head the probabilities of diabloism. Does it divide or unite? Usually, I might suggest strongly the latter, but if yours is a non-canonical stance, it’s your alternative. Just don’t count on them to hear you out.4. And on this mixology of brainiac profusion, I do not want to astound the "elders" who have appeared my means. I can provide nothing, not wisdom for I'm inexperienced, not wits for I've been flunking, not even myself for I'm no one; but I may provide a fragment of personhood that you simply maybe familiar with, for I am a human nevertheless, doing robotic dance strikes for a dwelling.

Entry # 51

Date: Sun, 05 Jan 2014

The sight is flared up to maximum, and one can easily see the radiance taking pictures up in geometric spirals. Every time I look, a small a part of me will get injured, as if it had been accepted by the entire universe to be so magnetizing yet detrimental. Such elegance prohibits me to witness its passing. It’s all theoretically acceptable, now that I consider it.

Entry # 52

everybody-making homebound sentences to all directions and physically cancelling themselves out, given that every statement is of equal magnitude to the others they've made-is a no one; and personally, it's engaging as it's discombobulating.

the joker in the movie The Dark Knight mentioned, "this is what happens when an unstoppable power meets an immovable object." nothing. nothing occurs.

Entry # 53

They have spoken. I do know now exactly the smartest thing to do. Fairness is a virtue we must embrace. We've got to show them this, especially that we see a variety of unfairness on this world. Pity is simply given to those that deserve it. Thanks.

Entry # fifty four

Date: Sun, 19 Jan 2014

Probably the most inefficient guy in the bunch was heard chuckling over some unfunny improv. The cunning in his smile was made not to be infectious. He uploads what he can not contain, mulls at what he might; and with this strategy does he religiously comply with himself around the glitchy planes.

I am startled by his have to department out from the prevailing norms, and to just create one that will fit his model. I want to lend him a hand one in all nowadays.

Entry # fifty five

I wish to oversleep some other time exterior the home, in urban caverns beneath cement bridges the place slums by no means trouble each other, besides only when asking for some little things. I would like to personal myself for some time.

People could be in search of me, but I can be flat on my stomach, trying out far beyond the cities, watching the solar sink behind the buildings, aching and smiling as if they would never know. They might never hear from me once more. I might go somewhere else where their warped movement I would never hear of. And that could be my second, in the shadows, with fetid individuals who remain astonishingly optimistic regardless of their ordeals.

I can be hungry most of the time, feel groggy and smell unhealthy, but that’s part of the plan. Restoration never comes simply.

Entry # fifty six

Date: Tue, 21 Jan 2014

I don’t see myself either sick-fated or privileged. I simply grasp in here at any time when I get the possibility to just hold around a bit longer. I couldn't help however discover how different people are; and perhaps it is the fitting time to begin expecting more instead of less, to be taught again the profits of breakage, to harness the prowess and gather every final bit of sickness and well being.

Entry # 57

Date: Wed, 22 Jan 2014

Tried not to be hostile immediately. It was troublesome. I’ve all the time thought that I’m one in all the nice guys, and that most people have misplaced their grooves, and that I should ignore their flickering noise.

Then, I remembered something my psychology trainer told me: "Superiority advanced is the worst form of inferiority complex." I realize now that it is sensible.

Yes, the flawed people could make the unhealthy things come to life, make them look better and cleaner. They direct the waters from the drainage again to the remedy facility, the place all these fluids of all city creatures are to be chemically infused with some drinkable liquid. They're improper in doing so. But I used to be additionally improper in placing myself several steps ahead of them, when actually, all this time that I have been in the field, I cautiously look out for my steps, trying to determine if I is perhaps stepping on something hazardous that may shatter me to pieces, while everyone seems to be already crossing the finish lines on the far aspect of the meadow.

I know it is a phantom train troublesome to do, however doing it is form of alleviating. (I don’t assume alleviating is the correct time period, but there goes.)

Entry # fifty eight

Date: Thu, 23 Jan 2014

I'd like to purchase my own digital camera, however I am too impoverished to acquire a new one. I must depend on my photographic memory for now.

I'd like to buy me a new bike, so I can experience down the streets where youngsters bathe and dance in the rain; however I’m too broke, so I must stick with strolling.

I might like to purchase a brand new pair of sneakers, but then I remembered that updating my wardrobe isn’t my factor. So, I gave up on the thought, wore my worn-out slippers, and walked outdoors.

I would like for the solar to shine simply a little bit, that there may be a glimpse of hope ready behind the clouds.

Entry # 59

Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2014

I remember stepping into the room where our fiery fate had lengthy been waiting. Inside were frequent things. We may have set ourselves ablaze had we been careless, and "do you hear your self?" was all that you’d muttered. Did I answer that, or was I into your dilated eyes then that I was stupefied? I don’t remember. Remind me of that sometime, do you thoughts? Who would have thought that within these white walls we chanted the identical unintelligible syllables that solely you and I need to know?

Entry # 60

The distant booming of a aircraft diverted my consideration to the stillness of every thing. Other than the late night lights, exterior was a darkish aura that shines gloom over the land, and a magic referred to as sleep had as soon as been conjured upon those who grew tired of waiting for the evening to fall. And to those that had been both immune to the curse or too bewildered by the things that had transpired not too long ago to even dare to sleep, no matter how deviant and diminutive they were, they’re nonetheless up. They dug deeper into themselves, discovering who they have been in the meanwhile. Some remodel, others go mad and wild in flats with out kitchens.

And i-I was right here waiting for the hypnosis to kiss me so that I might finally rest these eyes. Most individuals have been no longer awake because the curse tapped them. But know this: there was no awakening. Morning would come again hours from now as it has always, and the solar would rise still to place an end on the night’s sorcery, they usually who had slept by way of the night would mechanically open their eyes for themselves or for their households or for that work, that college; but they would never be awake. They might have opened their eyes, however they'd by no means see again what once was. They'd fail to recognize-as it was previously-the decaying issues in front of them. All those time they had been awake, they really have been asleep!

Entry # 61: a fast message to somebody who is just not the same as before

How will I face some new faces of Change, equivalent to yours, if I'm still caught at the picture of your former self, a shiny effigy of each fluffiness and porcelain simplicity, now solely a dissolved memorandum of the previous? Your worshipers have followed you continue to, regardless of dismembering your own mane into some form of a bobcat hairdo, which, I believe, is an emblem of someone who’s up to something worse than dangerous. Please, inform me in the future, if we must inevitably discuss, that this isn't the case. Forgive me if, nonetheless, from now on, I’d be dodging your glances. I am not a fan of your Change. I used to be by no means a fan of yours to start with.

Entry # 62:

I don’t thoughts you taking breaks from our conversations. I don’t mind you urgent one other particle of delicate powder in your face. I don’t thoughts you doing something at all. And when it is basically time for you to go, to return to whatever job you paused just so you can mingle with me, I won’t thoughts, really.

I don’t mind you not present at all, imaginary pal. Please come every time you like. I might use some again-rubbing.

Entry # 63:

Date: Sun, 12 Jan 2014

Spending time With myself again someplace, questioning if someday our previous jokes would make us chortle once more. Our eyes, if they ever meet again, would gleam the identical uncomfortable passion.

This world kills me, and i want you to redeem me from myself, as a result of typically, murders pollute the forests inside me. Perhaps by taking a chance to speak to me about the best of issues would calm me down.

Fool me once more together with your whining, and that is ok, that is, as long as you're affected person sufficient to listen to my forlorn needs.

Entry # sixty four

You're the beacon present in my daydreaming pastime. A multidimensional demigoddess of the morning mild, current nowhere close to me, but reachable, if only I needed to battle traffic for not less than two hours. But even when I traveled that lengthy, I wouldn’t be sure if you would even look my manner. I look on the portraits stolen from the entanglement of codes of your cryptic love blog, and that i see me damned to the bones. From the storms and debris I see you rise and fall, your chest doing the same. Jet-black shines with great ember, even outshining my wits. I look, and my eyes develop into deranged, my tongue blenched and smoked with the identical coyness you are invigorated with.

The folks who've touched you in any manner are social alphas, however I cannot look as much as them, because they wished nothing however to hear you grunt some dumb syllables. This I cannot change. I can, nevertheless, buy you plastic flowers and inexpensive sweets. I can help you along with your last school paper, but only if you would provide to help me in mine after. I’m being clever now, however that’s because I am hoping that sometime you'll allow us to be intelligent collectively.

Entry # 65

Date: Thu, sixteen Jan 2014

Scum is sometimes needed to retain an insubstantial sort of masculinity. It clings for a very long time, the scum, even after many makes an attempt of reformation. And this process I truly detest, as I find it ridiculous that manliness generally requires filth to be smothering the grin.

Entry # 66: the fury of sunny days and humid nights

Date: Wed, 29 Jan 2014

I used to say, "I am not a clone of my former self. The previous belongs only to the past." That unalterable segment of existence which I might soon, bit after bit, forget. What I used to be before can’t be what I am now nor what I will probably be. Ever since people (and issues) around me started changing at a distinct price, my life has been a slow strategy of stepping down to bedrock. Something in them possessed a fantastic affect that I can’t overpower. Is it because I was born to be a prey? But I am not. I look back at the months gone by, considering what happened. Or somewhat, what have I been doing.

My folks get drunk with me whenever their schedules permit them. They've this habit of opening me up. I am their affected person on an operating desk. One would decide a scalpel and plunge the thing down somewhere in my abdomen; the other would strangle a dark flesh, decide it up and say, "People, that is the liver." What a sight: waterproof fluid squirting in all places. "This is your liver in escapism." There would be crimson drops in our drinks. Bloody Mary. After which I'd reckon flashes of the former days, lashes at all times lashing. The world never has deceived me. I've many locations in me. I can show you that. But you must knock first.

There was a blank sheet of paper in front of me. I folded it right into a clean bullet and fired it skywards. You already know what’s absurd? People who hold you of their hatred lungs, claiming that you've got injured them with accidental projectiles, which, if only they actually checked out, was their own un/doing. I had to think of something to jot down on it. But you-I can’t be breathed into doing something simply since you exhaled my route. So, fill in the gap. Fate is barely a humorous valentine, an incredulous affair written randomly within the stretch of space, not on paper nor in thoughts.

Entry # 67

Date: Thu, 30 Jan 2014

the seconds go by, and never one sign of drowsiness is here. i'm pulled back to floor by the imaginings i had this morning, maybe an induction of the infernal core.

the primary one was about my oral hygiene. in actual life, i brush my teeth and wash my mouth no less than twice a day. however it was on this second that a cyst sprouted at the far proper corner of my mouth. it felt discomforting. i could not carry to a full shut my jaws becaus