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It may or may not have been apparent, however folks my age like to express themselves on the web.

I used to be lively on Tumblr, which you could nonetheless visit:

Imbentori

A little while back, I even considered parsing by the original text I've there, and publish them in some kind of a e-book…

I’m not throwing this concept permanently away. It’s simply that I've extra fascinating things to deal with, for my part.

In the meantime, read the preface I drafted some time in the past for this might-be collection of personal essays.

Preface There’s a free copy online

Entry # 1Entry # 2Entry # threeEntry # 4Entry # 5Entry # 6Entry # 7Entry # 8Entry # 9Entry # 10Entry # elevenEntry # 12Entry # 13Entry # 14Entry # 15: the response to any dream is its own endingEntry # sixteenEntry # 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 # forty twoEntry # 43: Things I’ve Learned in Matabungkay Beach Resort the first Time I Got ThereEntry # forty fourEntry # 45: (i wrote once to a semi-imaginary fling. how stupid.)Entry # 46Entry # forty sevenEntry # 48Entry # forty nineEntry # 50: 4 steps to senselessness and non-misanthropyEntry # 51Entry # fifty twoEntry # fifty threeEntry # fifty fourEntry # fifty fiveEntry # 56Entry # 57Entry # 58Entry # fifty nineEntry # 60Entry # 61: a quick message to somebody who shouldn't be the identical as earlier thanEntry # 62:Entry # 63:Entry # 64Entry # sixty fiveEntry # 66: the fury of sunny days and humid nightsEntry # 67Entry # 68Entry # sixty nineEntry # 70Entry # 71Entry # seventy twoEntry # seventy threeEntry # seventy fourEntry # 75Entry # 76Entry # 77Entry # 78Entry # 79: Carlin’s Comical Cynicism’s Carefully CorruptingEntry # eightyEntry # 81Entry # 82Entry # 83Entry # eighty fourEntry # 85Entry # 86Entry # 87Entry # 88Entry # 89Entry # ninetyEntry # 91Entry # ninety twoEntry # ninety threeEntry # 94Entry # 95Entry # 96Entry # 97Entry # 98Entry # 99Entry # a hundredEntry # one zero oneEntry # 102Entry # 103Entry # 104Entry # 105Entry # 106Entry # 107Entry # 108Entry # 109: choking jumpscare sequencesEntry # a hundred and tenEntry # 111Entry # 112Entry # 113Entry # 114Entry # one hundred fifteenEntry # 116Entry # 117Entry # 118Entry # 119Entry # one hundred twentyEntry # 121Entry # 122Entry # 123Entry # 124Entry # 125Entry # 126Entry # 127: the way to be inventiveEntry # 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 someone who dismisses horoscope, that is itEntry # 149Entry # a hundred and fiftyEntry # 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 amongst 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: impossible tweetsEntry # 193Entry # 193Entry # 194Entry # 195: sh(t txt p0st/$Entry # 196Entry # 197Entry # 198: character growth?Entry # 199Entry # 200Entry # 201: final evening 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 # 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Preface

The tongue that swirls with its perceived languages can solely cope a lot from the demands of diction. Imbentori, then, attempts to speak the library of tensions as they never unfold in the mind, to glue incoherent rants with in/formal grammar & syntax to make it sound ir/rational. It's a list of private truths instructed with cryptic lingo (or with International Art English1, one could argue) to add dimension to the mundane.

I needed to inform tales, fiction or in any other case, that had shaped me definitively. In some entries, although, there’s no room for interpretation. In any case, if you feel like the stream of ideas problem the way you learn, hmm, then it’s goal didn’t go off tangent.

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

"Well," I mutter, racking my mind for proper wording. "The intention of sharing this version of my Youth-captured between 2012 and 2018-is to supply a perspective of somebody who both despises the world, yet remains hopeful of the people’s capability to kick-start a change, though they bore me at that." And then you definately plop again on your chair, nonetheless unsatisfied with my ambiguous response.

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

It’s tempting to edit away all of the cringe elements, however I think those components are what makes this body of work, if you'll be able to name it that, distinctive. Right now, I’ll compromise by trimming a few of the bad stuff.

If all the things sounds unusual, it’s because I had been in this odd section.

There’s a free copy online

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

Selected Entries

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

Entry # 1

Someone known as me on the telephone, but I didn’t hear it instantly, as a result of I was too absorbed on the gyrating sound waves coming out of the speakers. My music, Queen, was too loud, and the audio system are of the fashionable tech, so that they don’t do that magical suggestions each time a call or a textual content is available in my telephone.

You all know that, proper? A number of years back, speakers screech when a cellphone nearby would receive one thing. Nowadays, they don’t. They have killed the magic.

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

There are guests who appeared wanting to stay, but I can’t enable that. I wish to be at my very own now, see what will happen. If she comes, and she stays, and she waits for the landlord, the 2 of them will lock themselves in their outdated room where they are going to make love for the remainder of the day. Why can’t they just depart me in peace?

Entry # 2

Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2013

Dear diary, right now I watched extra videos of people fucking each other. I feel it’s referred to as pornography or erotica, nevertheless it is dependent upon the grade of steam which confutes any discrepancy between the two.

These folks shocked me with their whines. I don’t get it. Am I speculated to touch my genitals simply to emulate what they had been experiencing? There was an order of choice that I've read somewhere, but my not remembering when and the place I discovered 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, however with whom?

I clicked on a panel that performed a video of two women shamed by an "ex-convict" on an absurd stage, and he got to ram his penis down their throats for greater than four minutes. It was shifting like a piston. I felt nervous for these individuals who don't have anything however their blessed bodies. Maybe this isn’t entertainment however one thing inhumane that feeds off the carnal needs. If I must really give it some thought, I suppose it was not their selection to participate in such a graphic situation.

Sex workers puzzle me. I know I don't have any right to query their deeds, but nonetheless, the character of their work is beyond my comprehension. I feel so dumb saying that.

Dear diary, I am lonely. I need to battle off the urge. I need to spend the rest of the week cuddling in someone’s arms. I don’t must take chilly baths, as a result of life isn’t a giant porcelain bath tub, nor a playlist of fetishes.

Entry # three

On moments that I look out of the window, I see the glorious sky. Everything is modernized. Everything looks hopeful, yet ugly, however only should you looked long sufficient to see the small print.

Entry # four

Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2013

I want I might cough up great lyrics and come up with good guitar chords to go together with it.

I want to do a thousand powerful push-ups for every mistake I make. That manner, I would be strong sufficient to endure future errors.

I wish to rebuild the walls I destroyed with a view to get here, however it appears that evidently it’s all too late now. Someone on the market knows why.

Entry # 5

People from the suburbs have vacated the other room. It is free from dirt now. They've additionally cleaned it. Got rid of the pests that might want to scurry in regards to the floor. I am glad the room is all mine now.

The room lacks decorations and smooth pillows. It could echo in here. It lacks inspiration, but it has me now. And now, I've it.

Entry # 6

Kill me not with admiration, and inform me I'm the very best individual to have entered your life ever. My guitar strings ache to be strummed, my boxes of mementos long to be remembered, however I don’t care about them. I care about you.

You who've brought your self to your personal knees. You whose ponytail I held in place simply so you would mourn and bow down before me. I may arrange a room for the two of us the place we could strangle the milk of life out of each other, but you chose to be free. And to be sincere, xfans.tube that was your only possibility.

You selected to be with your cats and your boy pals. I had nothing to do with them, so I, in turn, chose to set you free, even if I needed in any other case.

Entry # 7

Date: Fri, 01 Nov 2013

My grandfather, who regarded like Quezon, once belonged to a guerrilla pressure. They lived within the mountain side, just like another rebellion at the time. They boiled unripe corncobs and cow bones they stole from the farms close by for lunch. They have been outlaws. They needed to throw the Japanese out of the country, only that they failed to do so.

Theirs were the stories of battle towards alien adversaries who were more powerful. They were simpletons turned militia who knew only a few issues about conflict. In the event that they needed so bad to be an lively risk to their opponents, they might have constructed no less than one good plot. But they most popular to be cowards hidden behind ferns and rocks.

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

My mom usually reminds us of her admiration for her father. In her own phrases, he was the best man who lived. She told me how her mom wept throughout the funeral, a lot so 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 girl talked to me the opposite evening, but I was not listening rigorously. Did she say that you have been destroyed by an old lady? That you simply 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 are too previous for feelings that they can’t even handle themselves. They resort to a so-called systematic deity whom they worship as a lot as they worship their laundry. It is all helpless now.

For you and for her, the outdated widow.

The sparrows will quickly take her and all of her possessions away. The last air she's going to breathe looms nigh before her.

Entry # 9

Date: Sun, 03 Nov 2013

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

Some other night, I was not considering straight again. I feel I used to be capable of horrendous crimes that point. So instead of shedding it, I got myself jacked in the pc and performed all the piano concertos repetitively, until I got here back to my senses, and every little thing appeared fantastic 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 is not yours, that factor. This is not a race that you could simply break into a run like you'll make it to the finish line. When you run now, you is not going to make it. The end line is just a perceived thought via which we want to project the kind of actuality we needed, the objectives we want to get.

So hear me out on this, and just let the factor sit by itself. It is safely locked in 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.

Hearken to me. It's the pride in us that may bleed us to demise. You aren't owned by your pride. And it is advisable to rack your brains if you must, simply so you will 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 will likely be troublesome exams. Life is a practical check.

Entry # eleven

Date: Tue, 05 Nov 2013

Whatever the hours of relaxation I give myself, this quake in my chest nonetheless would not die down. My heart thrashes for no romantic reason. And during its convulsive moments, I feel this concern would possibly consume me. Later this present day, I'd hint my steps again into the earlier night time to see what I have achieved to really feel so gutted and spooked, although I highly doubt it would be of any help.

Entry # 12

On a night time with the least expectations, somebody would possibly want to point out up by the front gate. She could possibly be a good friend, her derelict vehicle behind her, engine vibrating in anticipation of a long senseless drive.

She would possibly want to ask me in her automobile, and ask for recommendation: about how she was so doped that her mom found out; concerning the horrible travails that nearly diminished her mind to dementia.

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

I might inform somebody to go to the nearest bridge, ideally a minimum of a mile lengthy, and there we might just drive back and forth. However the bridge would not respond to such foolish actions.

She may get tired of driving and just take me to her room as a substitute.

After all, no one will really present up and demand my presence. None of it will ever occur.

Entry # thirteen

Date: Thu, 07 Nov 2013

On several aspects of human frailty that I fail to tamper with logic, a deep resentment in discussing them prevails. Is it because human that I'm, that with the intention to operate usually, I need to act as if my weaknesses are repulsive matters? But isn’t that denial, sufficient a reason to be asking for psychiatric assist?

Well, I don’t need help. I’m doing good with my dull, simple life, thank you 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 handed again and forth, in order that sooner or later, nobody can be needing the opposite. We might all change into asexual, and the one horrible thing about that's not finding sufficient limbs to stimulate the genitals.

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

I ask now for the wisdom of people listening to me out about this one tiny bit (Yes, my lifeless grandfather, you are one in every of them, so please stop brushing my shoulder along with your phantom fingers.):

TO DREAM of somebody each single evening when the clock strikes nine 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 will likely be collapsing with an angelic choir from the ripped-open heavens apart IS normal as long as it does not depart me grasping for breath, right? My dreams are fabricated from unhappy stuff. When i get up from one, I put a pillow between my legs and hug another with my arms, as a result of it’s all I have. A bunch of un-talkative pillows, all heat-less and disappointingly foamy. They have phased out the feathery as soon as. Too many geese and ducklings and mallards had suffered.

I saw once a meme somewhere, asking what if the pillows recorded our dreams and all we had to do is plug them to our computers in the morning to see our them, if any, once more. Are they that stupid to not know that every one goals haven't any substantial beginnings? Only endings. Sometimes good, however most of them just stop abruptly.

Once upon a time, I had many dreams of this explicit person who stopped jamming with me unexpectedly-and that is ok. Maybe she dreamed of other persons, too, who can be genuinely involved within the good things of pop music she appreciated. My sister, upon witnessing me wanting so badly wrecked, decided one day to teach me a lesson on tips on how to deal with the feminine intricacy: Snap out of it.

Entry # sixteen

Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2013

Science by no means instructed us that deeply ingrained throughout the cosmic particles the earth was made up of, are a lot drudgery that when the godly forces of Universe swirled it all up right into a gargantuan sphere, the amalgam was but a place plentiful of disappointment. Disappointment that, if served ceaselessly in lots of a cold dose, will dissolve human faith. Thus, it isolates an individual in a barren phenomena, a distant sanctuary of the inside self, generally known as madness.

Entry # 17

The roads that branch out to these distant havens are all awfully pungent like rotten onion. So here’s a ineffective lifehack: Be skeptical of maps with X’s on them, simply because they are silly and do not belong in this time and age. Only historical topography had these giant pink marks on them. They were created by people for humans as imaginary objectives with no evident rewards, so they may feel free to be goal, be freed from their doubts of existence, be formidable despite the dull Sundays. What use really is there of a map? The long roads are boring and tiring; the quick ones are swift and tasteless.

After hundreds of years of enhancing know-how, we still discover ourselves stuck and deserted in a unique dimension.

Entry # 18

Date: Wed, 13 Nov 2013

Despite the miseries the kid had gone through, he managed to salvage his childhood by speaking to a toy. He is his own true friend. A bond was naturally formed between him and Himself, idealistically unbreakable even on the hardest times. He was seldom seen crying simply because he was seldom seen at all. When he was locking himself up in his room, who is aware of what issues he was doing there, the miracles enchanting him there. People have been apprehensive, however solely because they don’t perceive. And those who do by no means had enough time to pay him a visit.

The child was brilliant, I have to say. He discovered that folks don't always see the world as he sees it, and that it is his duty to know them.

The sores still burn him throughout the years, but now he’s too tough for them. In actual fact, his toughness is a lot 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, but he’s grow to be tolerant now.

Entry # 19

Date: Thu, 14 Nov 2013

I was pushing myself, tapping on the frontal lobes, hoping to recollect something they taught me virtually twelve hours in the past. I was the new guy, one who offers the glass around a circle of conversationalists. All of us drank the glass filled with poison.

Laps later, speak obtained better. At that time, I munched on meat served on the table when this scourge started boiling in my stomach. The potion I had been passing around betrayed me; the pal grew to become the repulsive adversary. In a blink, I used to be within the bathroom, throwing up. The liquid dashing by means of 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 regarded desolated and trapped. Too, he appeared cool in that Joker shirt. Next time I see him, I’d take him out into the actual world.

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

I attempt to recall what they told me, but all of those went with the gastric pulp down the reservoir of rejected principles (known as rest room).

Entry # 20

Date: Sat, sixteen Nov 2013

It has been a very long time since I was last conscious of my being atop a ground of some church. Maybe, in recalling it proper now, it was the last time I would ever be in a church, or any holy institution for that matter.

At first, I was bashful popping out as a cross-breed of agnostic and atheist, but the more I realized, the extra certain I became, that counting on religion alone wouldn't be smart a technique if one, reminiscent of I, have been to continue dwelling in cussedness.

I dislike the general ambiguity of it, mainly due to extremists and militants who distort and/or obscure the truth; although I just like the religious holidays and how they're so good at briefly converting us into moral and sort beings, in no matter ways we know the way, real or not, before we return to our same old selves. During this period, we are allowed to vocalize our hopes for humanity with minimal judgmental suggestions. Everybody instantly can forgiving. And right here and there, lights would appear as adornments of the home, a welcome banner to accommodate any spirit who would determine to lounge in and share some ideas.

Some folks give a lot shade to it, although, to a point that my eyes have had sufficient of this abject misery. Here we are still with our dumbness in tact, trying 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, but it was wonderful. The professor determined to not show up, and make us wait in vain as an alternative. Waited till the last class.

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

Stuck my head out for some colleagues who were playing crossword puzzle on a tablet. They thanked me each time I bought a word proper. Waited for the last class. The raging current of boredom was made to take me away from the college, nevertheless it didn’t.

And that i waited nonetheless. Until the final class. I was hanging round gay individuals giving lecture to straight dudes about homosexuality, and i lingered long sufficient to listen to all the pieces all of them needed to say.

I waited until finally, the wait was over. After i stepped in the final class, a 30-web page shock exam was waiting for me in my desk. "It’s a joke," I assumed, almost too loud. It wasn’t a joke. And the final professor for the day did not seem to be within the mood for bad jokes. In forty five minutes I was carried out with the entire thing. Whether I took the examination significantly was out of the question. It’s a funny world we dwell in. We look forward to the wrong things to happen.

Entry # 22

Date: Wed, 20 Nov 2013

When i consider how dashing I am, I picture myself misplaced with the commuters waiting in the train station, all effectively-dressed and properly-mannered.

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

I fan an previous guide on my nose and start sniffing its wasted years of abandonment, the scent of aging vanilla diffusing profusely from its pages to the air, renovating my deconstructed ideas. I try to file what I’m doing as drafts (not movies) on my telephone.

I feel I’m hot stuff, typically. I believe I’m all glam from head to toe, but it's all feigned. No want now for brashness; I'm absolutely aware of what I really am, and it’s actually not that tough to see. I think of 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 train station is de facto just a dark alley of unhealthy crimes, and the commuters are actually just rats. The joints are creaky when they shouldn’t be.

I could feel fairly generally, however rainbows aren’t going to final the entire day. I’m similar to everyone else, attempting to be cool.

Entry # 23

Date: Sat, 23 Nov 2013

Last Wednesday, I was already 30 minutes late for one among my courses, however I lingered around the corridor, eyeing sometimes the glass door behind which I should be, waiting for the professor to exit. You see, almost always does he excuse himself to exit to fetch something. I saw this as my alternative to sneak in his class.

Go out he did, only when i least anticipated it. I fumbled for my telephone and acted to be waiting for one thing else, and that i can only hope that he did not recognize me as certainly one of his students. I decided to rooster out. I made up excuses and debated with myself, however in the end, I chickened out. I was so close. Ridiculously so to have not carried on with this silly plan. Being late already means demerits, and not showing in any respect in this necessary topic only made me sink deeper into my own grave. The lesson, I hope I do know now, is to by no means again out, not now, not later or ever.

Entry # 24

Date: Tue, 26 Nov 2013

none of us might assume straight, perhaps it’s due to the libido setting in, or the lack of sense of duty, or the imprecise feeling of abandonment. i don’t know. i tried suppressing mine by drinking plenty of chilling fluids from the freezer, but my mind almost bought frozen. so i stopped searching for the things that may cure me of my illness.

a not-so-shut good friend admitted she was a bit worried i might get old quicker than her, however i assured her that my gears are usually not rusty but. just three days in the past, when i woke up, i did some push-ups. my gears will not be rusty but. i did two units of push-ups, five reps each, and i felt good. but 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, every one in every of them. drenched with gooey substance. the odor is not evident, however with careful observation, one can easily deduce that such could solely come from the home windows of one abominable soul.

i do know what you are considering. but it isn’t true. they say words are highly effective, however when they come from a tainted memory, phrases can be deceiving. do not be fooled. learn how to learn past the lines. once i say my pillows are wet, i may imply my pillows had been doused in nightmarish sweat. give it some thought.

Entry # 25: 50 years previous bedtime

Date: Sat, 30 Nov 2013

I will probably be your solely medicine while you reach the top of your career. I will be the palpable, inexplicable aftertaste with which it would be best to hurt yourself at the back of your tongue. I can't be toxic, though. Therefore, there will probably be no harm. Simply, I will be wanted, just as one needs pills when one is feverish and unhealthy.

Preservation-for it is the outdated and golden that wants preserving; instincts and recollections flashed pseudo-completely on movies or photographic papers. Sometimes we consider ourselves as a egocentric bunch, however there may be extra to that. Thoughts in sarcophagus, mummified, ready to be unearthed by future archaeologists.

Hopefully, after I bury these distractions, these murky musings-you, in fact, together with all of it-our descendants would take the time to dig them up, to debunk the encompassing myths, to endure from our recklessness, and to procure among the many ruins that glistening knowledge I assumed to have possessed however by no means really had.

Entry # 26

Date: Sun, 01 Dec 2013

I haven't but involved myself in a physically intimate act, sometimes crudely known as having intercourse, with another particular person. Fuck me, right?

Entry # 27: Kb

Should drunk individuals go to church? They appear to be captivated with begging for forgiveness.

I tried to elevate myself up from the picket floor but it’s no use. It’s moderately a very good thing, exceptional even, that near me is a pen and a notebook. That is written first earlier than I typed it heavily into my arduous drive.

I ask too much forgiveness; I ought to be a pope or dwell a celibate life or someone immune to the temptations of foreign flesh. I'll use my hand. Good factor that's not the case. I guess you were not born for the likes of me.

When in the morning I get up, you'll still be in my mind. It really works only in case you have been just as partial to me as am I to you.

I tried writing, however nothing came out of my pen besides drools and spoiled sardines. What does that even imply? I hope you like those who battle to formulate correct ideas from defiled beings, because if not-too bad.

Instead of a lovely letter, it got here out like this. You should’ve seen my notebook, how aggressively I scribbled down the traces, not all too hyperbolic in your style, but given time, I think they will imply something to someone someday.

The dog’s been chirping the whole night time, however how come? Dogs are usually not created for this type of factor. I have wondered sufficient to suppose where you could be in this darkest hour, however I'm not myself at this minute. The likes of me cannot make advances because the likes of me drop by to say hi there a bit too late.

Entry # 28

Date: Mon, 02 Dec 2013

Outside lies an attention-grabbing area. Acres of solitary people forming level circles of commotion. Desirous to be heard or seen or typically neglected. Institutions for the misguided, for the zealots, and the in-betweens. But I prefer Here, respiration comfortably round denizens unwilling to choke me with their ideals. Here is an effective 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 concept of my mind being attuned to a candy raspberry voice I've never heard have been dependable, that's, if paying heed to such would be worth my whereas. Disconnect a lonely guy from the tranquil comforts of his zone, and consider me, he will soon be listening to a voice so lovely he won’t imagine it is from his own illusory incantations.

Entry # 30

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

My monochrome cellphone rang, and that i picked it up. "Hey," mentioned the girl on the other line. "Are you free proper now?" It took me some time to recognize 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 stated.

Once, she was a solid in my midnight dream, however that was before the marriage earlier this year. Had I been more receptive, I would have recognized her discreet "suggestions" and would have gladly reciprocated her hints. But marriage does carry out the lady in each woman; Marian knows better than to gun every younger man in the room together with her pheromones. She is now extra dedicated to her husband, as she must be.

M and that i talked for some time about this celebration she was inviting me in. I didn't like going to parties, but this was a selection not mine to make.

I dislike household gatherings, as they all the time end up in political discussions that I am tired of hearing. Aunts and uncles throw back and forth the same opinions that I have memorized, however I won’t hassle you with the main points. We're a multitude, you must know that.

Bonifacio died not because he was 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 previous leader. Do I think it was a betrayal of kinds? Here I was, wondering about patriotism on a birthday celebration.

We're a mess, my kin and that i, it's essential to know that. We expect deeply at the hours of darkness moments of solitude, but within the wee hours of the morning, we weep brat-like as a result of we tend 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 rest of the night time, that I would shut the people out of my head lastly.

Introductions again on the morrow, however not now. I need some snoozing.

Entry # 31

Date: Fri, thirteen Dec 2013

It can be nice for me to seek out you elsewhere, perhaps in a more okay place than this one. A wretched world where seven billion weirdlings reside never is a good rendezvous for 2 people, one in every of whom aspires to be the ideal fling of the other. Outer Space wouldn’t do as nicely.

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

Entry # 32

Date: Sat, 14 Dec 2013

The looks and the sounds and the feels of the individuals I have been searching emotionally tortures me. The rumor is true: Persons are more stunning on the internet. About their smarts, though-they fluctuate from individual to person. What's the etiquette, then, in relation to dealing with these sorts of people? Whatever it is, I just have to make it possible for I'm not to be so spooky to them. Ah-

Don't power it, they are saying. Do not. Don't, and all shall naturally, smoothly follow.

Entry # 33

An old hag I do know is into suits of cough these days. Her expensive weak lungs now lastly giving up on her. I'd advise her to take her vitamins quickly.

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

And the previous hag wants some again rub, however it’s the middle 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 discuss to her in her goals, asking her to cease smoking. "Do it for them," he would say. But she is such a stubborn girl that even a divine deity as influential and popular as her god couldn't persuade her.

Entry # 34

It is astonishing to find one thing so repulsive to be so breathtakingly stunning. An novice disease 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 back the strands of hair to a neat fashion. An affordable perfume. An inexpensive mint. Strings of used floss. Polished fingernails. An affection for the outdated minds. Love is real, however lovers usually are not.

Entry # 36: innumerable pointlessness

Date: Wed, 18 Dec 2013

1. Raindrops fell on sizzling roads. Heat from the deepest, most complex 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 instructions, away from the crime scene. The vase had fallen to the flooring, and i puzzled why. The shards have been everywhere. And what about the flowers? It’s unfortunate one couldn't simply reverse the trail of every force of every particle that moved. There is no such thing as a Rewind Button; this God didn't make the events within the Universe to be reversible. It’s physics.3. I wasn’t wanting when you have been talking to me. Nothing in your speech is attention-grabbing. 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 really much undefined. I had no good sound to supply, no good thought to mutter, and nonetheless I opted to talk as if it had been an obligation. I used to be informed that random conversations alleviate the pressure inside-a launch, a black opening, a tiny hole the place the strangling gasesss would essscape, slithering all the way in which out.

The excitement I made was rather a lot, but the anguish in the guts stays. 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 desire and illustrative rage; and the tremendous heat escaping from the excited our bodies make sudden modifications.

Earth has been such a contented place the place blissful recollections are shelved in boundless rooms. And we've made it that approach. Humans are a mass so optimistic that the illusions of hellish ways of how the world would finish can't consummate our prospects of getting something divine.

The midnight is coming, or has come. Or has gone. No one is aware of for certain. Time has been distorted by countless corrections and mistakes. Either we are dying, or already we are dead.

Enrty # 39

Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2013

I’m holding you sober. Your sobriety is a blessing, truly, like a sneeze released violently after being held for therefore 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 privateness, not even a vile stratagem I organized; quite, a celebration of two miscible personas and the occasions that may observe.

Sometimes, I would look round, then see your face cranked and distorted with stress; your nails empty of colours; hair badly performed, wanting of rapid care. I would need to increase a comforting arm, enlist you as someone deserving of goodness in life that solely I could hand out, administer whatever help applicable; and but you stay 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 would hold an expensive wristwatch I can’t afford. In reality, I can not hold you, nor can I ask you to kindly hike up the skirt and present me a flawed world now not educated of pampering.

Entry # 40

Date: Tue, 24 Dec 2013

Sometimes, I wish you can take a 5-minute day-off (ha!) out of your skewed visions of screwed-up existence, but I have recognized the feeling for so lengthy I can't help but arrange a gig for you to immerse yourself in, since I cannot convince you to see your life otherwise. It can't be silenced easily, I know. It can't be shushed. I consider, though, that sooner or later, when you pulled and pushed the oars arduous sufficient, you'll transcend from such a low point in your life, one way or another. Be dear now, and don’t do something stupid.

Entry # 41

Date: Wed, 25 Dec 2013

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

I am the messenger who died within the landmine discipline, and my lords and ladies whose anguish I've didn't deliver to their respective recipients would have desired for me another form of demise; nevertheless, I don’t wish to tell them my failure, nor do I need a second shot at retribution.

I'm a freelancer buddy, but when this did not make sense, it might work out for me simply high quality.

I've witnessed how folks silently accuse others for his or her amusement, but have carried out nothing against it. I, too, am a perpetrator, and realizing that that title doesn’t offend me offends me. If this did not make sense, then I know I'm doing it proper.

I am a freelancer pal, what a hectic job it's.

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

Entry # forty two

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

I don’t mind goofing around with individuals who hearken to drone tracks for leisure, as a result of they’re the ones who have attention-grabbing thoughts to share.

I don’t mind getting hexed by alpha dogs of my social circle. I’ve accomplished lots of bad things, and a little curse from them would solely function a reminder that I ought to 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 surroundings as derisive, making one study a couple of issues:

- Cigarette butts are as ubiquitous as the grey sand.- Kids invade the seaside at day whereas adults patiently look forward to the night time.- Fatty meats are ironically must-haves when celebrating.- Also alcohol and gambling.- Forget not thy earplugs. Terrible singers populate the native karaoke hubs, letting unfastened of their anguish with their arduous accents.- Overlooking the sandy deposits of Matangbukay are lifeguard towers. All of them appear empty, though.- Derived from the interiors of truck tires are plenty of lifebuoys (which compensate for the scarcity of lifeguards).- Everybody wears bikini in this place. Everybody.- People aren't at all loud and rowdy. At least, that’s what I have noticed 500 meters away from them.- To keep away from sunburn, keep away from the solar.- Grill every little thing; die from colon most cancers later.- End your trip by catching a closing glimpse of the setting solar.

Entry # 44

The meandering eyes possess a sure sharpness that only age or sickness might defeat. The meteoric pair sweeps the surroundings earlier than relaying any acquired knowledge to an honest mind. However, they’re altogether defamed with detestable feedback that usually come from detestable figures, increasingly in order that the night has turn into an impatient wait for the dawn.

Entry # 45: (i wrote once to a semi-imaginary fling. how silly.)

Date: Thu, 02 Jan 2014

In scripting this do I realize that your prolonged absence simply cannot be vanquished by smoke nor stupor. I attraction to you, thus, to redeem me immediately from the miring transpiration of my existence. Be that lucent reminder that at the very least one person is mad sufficient to console me, that I am price the space from the punitive gags others throw at me.

In reciprocation, I will probably be at my best habits. By this, I imply to hush down my stupidities and is not going to be a lot of a douche most modern persons are. This will prevent your ideas from being clouded with improper accusations and conclusions.

If, nevertheless, things would go out of control, for such is Nature and all of its elements, from order dissipating to disorder, then we should settle for it.

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

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

Entry # 46

We're isolated in an inaccessible isle of complexity quitters, far from the place the funerals of social behaviors are. We've got secrets that may astound earthworms and overlords alike We are not honorifics nor bureaucracies, but we're capable of vigorous copulation and humorous possibilities. We're so stupidly driven we think we are able to personal our disgusting selves. We are an asylum of dumb fucks in dusty trunks. We are 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 am looking at all of the highlights of the human race, the darkness of the human travail, every peak and every trough. I am staring, too, at some faces, those declaring innocence. Inanimate faces are the only innocent things one can look peacefully at these days; and what a foul-luck-for-the-earth, for they cannot change the world.

Entry # 48

Many a night had I perspired in my sleep, the stench can be heavy by morning. I needed to sun them thrice per week to remove the odor. But not anymore. I shall endure no longer from sweaty nights. Alas! right here comes the monsoon. It reveals the relief: a nourishing surge for the nonexistent seeds sown within the soiled thoughts of all, delightfully that it excites those that had grown bored with their dull trip. A transition of seasons when peculiar things are deemed okay: again will payments drop to extra reasonably priced rates; wenches in corporal fits will now be drenched whores within the storm; automobiles will soon float as chunks of metallic lilies on torrents of filth; bastards into sentimental poets. The remainder-they are kids once more, and the sour scent from their fermented armpits has gone.

Entry # 49

Date: Sat, 04 Jan 2014

There have at all times been clusters of authoritarian behaviors ruining interpersonal relationships everywhere. It focuses one’s views on a central dogma-the person’s self. As a result of this dread, imagination turns into the solution to those who are defeated by the ruthless bossiness. The key to their internally induced contentment might lie on daydreaming that peace has an opportunity. That peace does stand an opportunity in altering the heartless into philanthropist.

Entry # 50: 4 steps to senselessness and non-misanthropy

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

1. Protection before insertion. Diminish as a lot damage as you can by initiating the verification of a thought or an idea before you try putting it in a debate with others. It doesn’t should be clean, but it surely must be cleansed.2. Allow usage of coins and undeviced dice for the sake of maintaining balance. The stability is to be kept horizontal. If it tilts, stop throwing up.3. Consider additionally ringing in your head the chances of diabloism. Does it divide or unite? Usually, I would counsel 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 in this mixology of brainiac profusion, I do not wish to astound the "elders" who have seemed my means. I can supply 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 possibly accustomed to, for I'm a human however, doing robotic dance moves for a residing.

Entry # fifty one

Date: Sun, 05 Jan 2014

The sight is flared as much as most, and one can simply see the radiance shooting up in geometric spirals. Every time I look, a small a part of me gets injured, as if it had been authorized by the entire universe to be so magnetizing but detrimental. Such elegance prohibits me to witness its passing. It’s all theoretically acceptable, now that I think of it.

Entry # fifty two

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

the joker within the movie The Dark Knight stated, "this is what occurs when an unstoppable pressure meets an immovable object." nothing. nothing happens.

Entry # 53

They have spoken. I know now precisely the smartest thing to do. Fairness is a advantage we have to embrace. We have now to teach them this, especially that we see plenty of unfairness on this world. Pity is simply given to those that deserve it. Thanks.

Entry # fifty four

Date: Sun, 19 Jan 2014

The most inefficient guy within the bunch was heard chuckling over some unfunny improv. The cunning in his smile was made to not be infectious. He uploads what he can't contain, mulls at what he may; and with this technique does he religiously follow himself across the glitchy planes.

I'm startled by his need to department out from the present norms, and to just create one that might fit his type. I want to lend him a hand one in every of lately.

Entry # 55

I want to oversleep another time exterior the home, in city caverns beneath cement bridges the place slums by no means bother each other, except only when asking for some little issues. I would like to own myself for a while.

People can be looking for me, however I can be flat on my stomach, trying out far past the cities, watching the solar sink behind the buildings, aching and smiling as if they might never know. They could by no means hear from me once more. I might go somewhere else the place their warped motion I might never hear of. And that would be my moment, within the shadows, with fetid individuals who stay astonishingly optimistic regardless of their ordeals.

I would be hungry most of the time, feel groggy and odor dangerous, but that’s a part of the plan. Restoration never comes simply.

Entry # fifty six

Date: Tue, 21 Jan 2014

I don’t see myself either ailing-fated or privileged. I simply hold in here at any time when I get the prospect to just cling around a bit longer. I could not help but discover how completely different individuals are; and perhaps it is the precise time to start out expecting extra instead of less, to be taught once more the earnings of breakage, to harness the prowess and collect each last bit of sickness and health.

Entry # 57

Date: Wed, 22 Jan 2014

Tried not to be hostile at the moment. It was difficult. I’ve at all times thought that I’m one in every of the good guys, and that most people have misplaced their grooves, and that I should ignore their flickering noise.

Then, I remembered something my psychology trainer instructed me: "Superiority complex is the worst type of inferiority complicated." I understand now that it is sensible.

Yes, the improper people can make the unhealthy issues come to life, make them look higher and cleaner. They direct the waters from the drainage back to the remedy facility, the place all these fluids of all city creatures are to be chemically infused with some drinkable liquid. They're unsuitable in doing so. But I used to be also fallacious in putting myself several steps ahead of them, when actually, all this time that I've been in the sphere, I cautiously look out for my steps, attempting to determine if I may be stepping on something hazardous that would shatter me to pieces, whereas everyone seems to be already crossing the end lines at the far side of the meadow.

I do know this can be a phantom train tough to do, however doing it is form of alleviating. (I don’t assume alleviating is the proper term, however there goes.)

Entry # fifty eight

Date: Thu, 23 Jan 2014

I might like to buy my very own digital camera, but I'm too impoverished to obtain a brand new one. I have to rely on my photographic reminiscence for now.

I might like to buy me a brand new bike, so I can ride down the streets the place youngsters bathe and dance in the rain; however I’m too broke, so I must stick to walking.

I might like to purchase a new pair of footwear, however 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 exterior.

I'd like for the solar to shine simply just a little, that there may be a glimpse of hope waiting behind the clouds.

Entry # fifty nine

Date: Sat, eleven Jan 2014

I remember stepping into the room where our fiery fate had long been ready. Inside were common things. We could have set ourselves ablaze had we been careless, and "do you hear yourself?" was all that you’d muttered. Did I answer that, or was I into your dilated eyes then that I used to be stupefied? I don’t remember. Remind me of that someday, do you mind? Who would have thought that inside these white partitions we chanted the same unintelligible syllables that only you and I must know?

Entry # 60

The distant booming of a plane diverted my attention to the stillness of all the pieces. Other than the late night lights, outside was a darkish aura that shines gloom over the land, and a magic called sleep had as soon as been conjured upon those that grew uninterested in waiting for the night time to fall. And to those who had been either immune to the curse or too bewildered by the things that had transpired not too long ago to even dare to sleep, regardless of how deviant and diminutive they were, they’re nonetheless up. They dug deeper into themselves, finding who they had been at the moment. Some rework, others go mad and wild in flats with out kitchens.

And that i-I used to be right here ready for the hypnosis to kiss me so that I might lastly rest these eyes. Most individuals had been no longer awake as the curse tapped them. But know this: there was no awakening. Morning would come once more hours from now because it has at all times, and the sun would rise nonetheless to put an end on the night’s sorcery, they usually who had slept by means of the night time would mechanically open their eyes for themselves or for his or her households or for that work, that college; however they would never be awake. They might need opened their eyes, however they might never see once more what once was. They might fail to acknowledge-as it was in the past-the decaying issues in entrance of them. All those time they had been awake, they actually were asleep!

Entry # 61: a fast message to somebody who shouldn't be the same as before

How will I face some new faces of Change, akin to yours, if I'm still caught at the image of your former self, a vibrant effigy of each fluffiness and porcelain simplicity, now only a dissolved memorandum of the previous? Your worshipers have adopted you continue to, regardless of dismembering your individual mane into some type of a bobcat hairdo, which, I imagine, is an emblem of somebody who’s as much as one thing worse than bad. Please, tell me someday, if we must inevitably talk, that this is not the case. Forgive me if, nevertheless, from now on, I’d be dodging your glances. I am not a fan of your Change. I was by no means a fan of yours to begin with.

Entry # 62:

I don’t thoughts you taking breaks from our conversations. I don’t thoughts you pressing one other particle of comfortable powder on your face. I don’t thoughts you doing anything in any respect. And when it is really time for you to go, to return to no matter job you paused just so you could possibly mingle with me, I won’t thoughts, actually.

I don’t thoughts you not current in any respect, imaginary buddy. Please come each time you like. I might use some again-rubbing.

Entry # 63:

Date: Sun, 12 Jan 2014

Spending time With myself once more somewhere, questioning if sometime our old jokes would make us laugh again. Our eyes, in the event that they ever meet once more, would gleam the identical uncomfortable passion.

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

Fool me once more together with your whining, and that is fine, that is, as long as you might be affected person sufficient to listen to my forlorn wishes.

Entry # sixty four

You are the beacon present in my daydreaming pastime. A multidimensional demigoddess of the morning mild, present nowhere close to me, but reachable, if only I wanted to battle traffic for a minimum of two hours. But even if I traveled that lengthy, I wouldn’t make certain if you'll even look my approach. I look on the portraits stolen from the entanglement of codes of your cryptic love weblog, and 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 nice ember, even outshining my wits. I look, and my eyes develop into deranged, my tongue blenched and smoked with the identical coyness you might be invigorated with.

The individuals who have touched you in any manner are social alphas, however I cannot look up to them, as a result of they wished nothing however to listen to you grunt some dumb syllables. This I can not change. I can, nevertheless, buy you plastic flowers and cheap sweets. I can show you how to together with your closing school paper, however only if you would offer to help me in mine after. I’m being clever now, however that’s as a result of I'm hoping that someday you'll allow us to be clever together.

Entry # sixty five

Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2014

Scum is typically needed to retain an insubstantial form of masculinity. It clings for a long time, the scum, even after many makes an attempt of reformation. And this process I really detest, as I find it ridiculous that manliness sometimes 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 solely to the past." That unalterable segment of existence which I would soon, bit after bit, overlook. What I was before can’t be what I am now nor what I will likely be. Ever since folks (and issues) round me began changing at a different fee, my life has been a slow means of stepping all the way down to bedrock. Something in them possessed an awesome influence that I can’t overpower. Is it because I was born to be a prey? But I'm not. I look again at the months gone by, considering what happened. Or quite, what have I been doing.

My folks get drunk with me every time their schedules permit them. They've this behavior of opening me up. I am their patient on an operating table. One would decide a scalpel and plunge the thing down someplace in my abdomen; the other would strangle a darkish flesh, decide it up and say, "People, this is the liver." What a sight: waterproof fluid squirting in every single place. "This is your liver in escapism." There can be purple drops in our drinks. Bloody Mary. And then I'd reckon flashes of the former days, lashes all the time lashing. The world never has deceived me. I've many locations in me. I can show you that. But you could 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 know what’s absurd? Individuals who hold you of their hatred lungs, claiming that you've injured them with unintentional projectiles, which, if only they actually checked out, was their very own un/doing. I had to think about something to jot down on it. But you-I can’t be breathed into doing one thing simply since you exhaled my path. So, fill within the gap. Fate is just a funny valentine, an incredulous affair written randomly within the stretch of space, not on paper nor in mind.

Entry # 67

Date: Thu, 30 Jan 2014

the seconds go by, and never one sign of drowsiness is right here. i am pulled again to surface 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 at least twice a day. but it surely was on this second that a cyst sprouted at the far proper corner of my mouth. it felt discomforting. i couldn't convey to a full clos