May 2013
2 posts
No Rest for the Benovelent
Have you ever laid back in your bed, stared at the ceiling and said to yourself, ” Fuck this. Fuck everything. It ain’t worth nothing if this is all that it brings me. ” ?
Sometimes the most horrible things happen to the best people we know. There are those days, you know, when all you did for someone was with the best of intentions and that very same beneficiary turns...
Letters to You.
Dear Aunty Wendy,
I’m really sorry that such a horrible fate could befall such a wonderful person like yourself. You loved to give and you sure as hell ( pardon my language ) did, you gave up the comforts of the first world and travelled all the way to Cambodia to enrich the lives of the children living there.
I don’t know why someone would commit such an atrocity on your good person, wasn’t...
March 2013
4 posts
Guys talk
” She’s wide open, she’s been signalling you all night. Dude what the fuck are you doing? Just go for it, she looks drunk as fuck. What are you waiting for? “
Well my dear friends, I am waiting for basic human decency and perhaps a slight sense of chivalry to reenter this world.
Human Resistance
In all my twenty two years of living, I’ve wandered within many circles of people, been in places so extremely different that it would seem like sacrilege if I stepped into one after the other.
I’ve ” appreciated ” wine and smoked cigars with lawyers and bankers, I’ve butted heads ( and subsequently learnt considerably more ) with philosophy majors, indulged in...
February 2013
1 post
Quantam ( Pseudo ) Physics
You know sometimes I think that love is like creating antimatter and that life is one gargantuan Super Hadron Collider ( or to be annoyingly precise, an LHC ).
We people just revolve among our own social circles and on occasion intersect with the ones of others till we crash into someone we react with, our common interests and chemistry creating positrons and antiquarks that bind together which...
January 2013
1 post
Mother of Pearl
Well I’ve been out all night ( again? ), party time wasting, it’s too much fun. Then I step back thinking of life’s inner meaning and my latest fling. It’s the same old story, all of the glory; it’s a pantomime.
So the new year has come and passed, the fireworks have all burnt out and every one of our well wishes have worn out their welcome. I spent my New...
December 2012
3 posts
1 tag
God I miss you so much
Perspectives
Greetings to one and all, it’s been a pretty long time since I’ve blogged due to the lack of a muse ( oh yes very pretentious muse and all, any takers? ) but here I am back again and ready to unleash hellfire, brimstone and irrelevant nonsense on you unsuspecting masses. ( don’t take the term to heart I didn’t have anything better )
I was having one of those weird moments...
You have to savour life like a fine wine, bask in every ray of the sun and drink in every drop of moonlight because those days are never coming back.
November 2012
3 posts
Silver Lining
My dear brother. always at my back, thicker than blood, closer than glue. Your departure has left me and not to say the least, many others devastated. I remember all the times when we were drunk, high and always looking for trouble even when trouble was actively seeking us as well.
Thing I wanted to say is, your incarceration has gotten me thinking. Do we really want to continue this hellraising,...
Dear Lord, why do I think of you when I’m drunk.
Now the million dollar question of the night/morning is whether Wincarnis is able to get me sufficiently drunk to get to sleep.
And our word of the day is ( cue drum roll ):
1. Drunkfortable
Comfortably Drunk. When you have had a few drinks and you’re having a good time, but not so drunk you make a fool of yourself. If you have trouble pronouncing the word then you have already gone past...
October 2012
7 posts
The Great Manufacturer
But all that it is, is just bone dressed up in meat, breaking skin and emotion packaged under the guise of flesh.
All that it is, is just blood, sweat and oestrogen squirming under a black maxi dress and artfully applied makeup.
Look at yourself: are you a product to be proud of?
Eagle Eye Cherry
What if there was a second in time, just one moment where you could have time stop and told God, ” Hey man, I think I’d be good here. “
Just a second, not a minute not an hour, just one bloody second.
We haven’t seen each other in awhile.
Haha, maybe not awhile but a couple of years.
I’ve forgetten some things about you and maybe you’ve forgetten some things...
Struggle
” I love you. ” He said as their foreheads touched desperately, as if both of them knew that fate had dictated them to be apart.
He could smell the sweet scent of her breath as she half - panted, half - cried, because she too knew, that their time together was limited. But it wasn’t such a straightforward matter as an angry father or a war that tore them apart.
It was more...
Things are getting out of hand too quickly, too much.
It’s gonna blow up in our faces soon.
Brace your fucking selves.
Once Upon a high school
Everyone who has never been a jock, a cheerleader or any of the like catering to the stereotypes of mainstream America
I am selfish, private and easily bored.: Jarhead →
nyxandkai:
verbalviolence:
It has occurred to me that people in general care more about the person who says the words than the words themselves. I’ve seen many people quoting ideologies and phrases and ” words of wisdom ” just because the individual in particular is someone to be respected or famous or just has a good…
YOU’RE BACK AND I LOVE IT.
Thank you, it just means I got drunk again...
Jarhead
It has occurred to me that people in general care more about the person who says the words than the words themselves. I’ve seen many people quoting ideologies and phrases and ” words of wisdom ” just because the individual in particular is someone to be respected or famous or just has a good standing with the public in general.
We all strive to be someone who comes off as...
September 2012
5 posts
This ain't my dick talking
No girl, you do not want tequila shots, you do not want waterfalls, you do not want flaming Lamborghinis, you do not want me to take you home and use you like a cock holster.
What you want is someone who wouldn’t treat you like the piece of meat like you’re treating yourself now.
Someone who wouldn’t fuck and forget you like the piece of scrap metal you’ve made yourself out to be.
But then...
The night was an adventure of stealthy movements, soft whispers, and breaths caught in the throat while hearts pounded against one another’s chest at the slightest real or imagined sound.
Their lovemaking was bungling, tentative and infinitely gentle.
Hurt people hurt people.
1 tag
The Art of Losing
When I was younger, I had loved to keep pets. Mice, hamsters, fish, terrapins, all forms of little critters delighted me.
Then came a point of time when one of the kids in my estate had accidentally killed one of my mice, being slightly too boisterous in his efforts to capture it.
I got upset and cried my little eyes ( they’re still little knn ) out at this loss of life. Call me naive or a...
August 2012
9 posts
Kidulthood
My own mother yeah I love her but things I heard as a child under my covers,
Left me with scars it was hard to see her suffer.
Ducking my heart and I don’t know if I’ll recover.
I’m going under and as I’m headed out the front door,
She say she proud of me and I wonder what for?
1 tag
Apex Predator
She enjoyed teasing all the boys, enjoyed the feel of their gaze lingering upon her skin.
She liked to watch them squirm when she returned their attentions, even for the briefest moment.
The power over these poor pitiful creatures was delightful, they were as defenceless as newborn chicks.
She pranced and frolicked among them, sparking and extinguishing desires whenever she pleased, just...
1 tag
No matter how much of a hardass you’ve become, there’s never anything better than a mother when you’re sick.
1 tag
At least I can still pretend you’re beside me.
Everything is material but materialism isn’t everything.
A brave man stares at provocation dead in the eye.
A wise one knows when to look away.
Unfathomable
But before I decide who I want to become, I have to first choose who I really am.
Random whut
Friend calls at fucking 645AM to tell me that he just tried having sex with a girl but his little soldier failed to stand to attention and asking for impotency advice in an extremely worried tone of voice while she was in the shower.
Best thing that has happened all day hahahahaha.
Let it stay quiet like this, forever.
July 2012
40 posts
Wow Jonan you are officially an idiotic nincompoop retard.
We’re all just lonely.
I am awake for about an average of about 6 hours a day.
Hello Jonan, you’ve had a little bit too much. No actually, you’ve been vomiting for the past hour and it doesn’t really reflect well on yourself.
Useless
I’m a fucking parasite.
2. a person who receives support, advantage, or the like, from another or others without giving any useful or proper return, as one who lives on the hospitality of others.
Why not, for a change, you go and love someone who would love you back?
Everything is a blur of bullshit.
The Quiet Way.
It might sound melodramatic, overkill-ish, stupid and etc, but I don’t want to participate in such a horrible, meaningless/full existence any more.
I just came back from Tong Men and it really started to make me think: do I really wanna continue this fast living, hard drinking, chainsmoking lifestyle anymore? Liquor? Anything I could ask for. Money? If you’re willing to do certain dark deeds and...
I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself but I hate you more.
But I really don’t.
Paper
There are several people who are like a pair of scissors, their blades get sharper as you get closer to where they connect.
But, like a pair of scissors, you have to determine which edge to use for every different material as well.
And take me away she said, take me somewhere I can forget everything and everyone else. Where I can escape the stifling mundanity of my life; where the only other person in the world is you, she said.
But not to me.
Crack rock, lock and sock, some people sure like to talk a lot.
1 tag
Always the idealist
There have been times during which I ponder, why do we as humans, the master race of our planet; always tend to shirk the responsibility and the consequences of our own actions.
We, as a species capable of thought as a whole, should all the more be able to stand up and face the music for whatever deeds we might commit. Strange thing is, society endorses the exact opposite.
Take the recent...
“There is another world but it is in this one.”
– Paul Éluard or W. B. Yeats (attribution unknown)
from proustitute
A mirror facing a mirror. You have to know where to look.
Two very different things
Am I inside the monster or is the monster inside of me?
