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Unbecoming

Dirt plagues me. Here, there, everywhere. Dirt is ubiquitous and resilient. A little bit of grooming is unnecessary, drastic measures call for drastic solutions. And the stink. Oh shit, not the stink. Everything but the stink. Fatality.

Pants or prizes

The sixty-pence Dr. Pepper can in the table was cold and half-empty, and a loud barking of a mutt echoes somewhere in the cafeteria. Funny thing to happen indoors. It's as if they wanted to scare the people eating, resting, working, and having conversations in the tables. I paid no mind. I continued on with what little I was doing. Questioning my methods of learning has been quite pedantic and unnecessary really. The Tesco bag that stares at me beside this portable computer mocks my every thought. It is aware and self-reliant. It needs not worry about life and hunger and love and shit. Its only goal is to be used for bagging, putting groceries like the Hovis I bought earlier today and that German salami that's perfect to go with it, add in extra cheese for flavour and filling and you got yourself a half-decent meal. But now its purpose is done there is no more reason for it to exist. Whatever it serves to offer me as its legal owner is up to me now. I drag it closer to me for …

Crab Mentality

Two less angry persons in the room decide to set aside their arguments for the sake of the group dynamics. One sets aside his emotions and stands quite far away from the other as possible. There was a cacophony of silent awkwardness in the air as the two continued to exhibit their infallible tantrums. The group moves on with their work and decides to come up with ideas to unite each other and compromise. Neither of the two spoke to each other all the way through the discussion. They formulated individual proposals that vary in topics but never discussed anything that involved one another, and so none of them actually came with a conclusion considering there were too many proposals thrown into the space. They decided to leave it be for that day and come back the day after to think things through. Everyone agrees and went on their separate ways.
The next day, one of the two persons arguing yesterday did not show up. Neither did she leave any sort of indication of not coming. Everyone rec…

There will be blood

Broken bones to swingin' pelves Chants of cults display Blown up and down towards the ashes The winds weep with dismay And cheered I have received And cheered I wonder how The eyes may mean not a deceived Pray tell it to this doubtful brow

Oh sweet, fucking, glorious, immaculate, stupendous, godlike vindication Adroitly, ask where forth art thou?

Sunset (un)Limited

Drafting an adaptation of The Sunset Limited in my own style. Somehow I want it to be successful without having to be just a copypasta from the original, which is nice.

False Achievements Of Lust In Relation To The Petty Heartaches Rooting From The Slightly Depressive Past And Present Countenances And The Overall Appreciation Of Beauty And Burlesque

Heaven forbid agony befalls a man who enjoys a bit of perversion in between his mediocrities. The challenge presents itself asking the question whether or not morality was part of the question, and if it did, whether it would warrant combat in principles. I myself am a witness of the in between, the purgatory of pleasure and pain, the lovely ecstasy of fleshly merriment. For what is a heterosexual being if not for the glory of the opposite sex? Man serves to please the woman and vice versa. That is a common theme. None of which truly understand the imposed art of the flesh in common, the beauty derived from the pleasures of the body, and the soul hidden beneath the perceived lewdness. And when the most inopportune time finally comes to a stand, would it not matter if an adversary in a form of lingering and bygone depression grabs hold of one’s inability to establish the human warmth of another? What more depression can there already be in an already-established deep depression? Would …

BSB: Overview

The mononymous hero, Perdicio, finally takes a hold of the sacred dagger for which he long yearned for, defeating its withstanding guardian, Morrow, in the process. At his frail, battered state, almost lifeless, he could feel its weightlessness and potential, but time grows itself weary of any chance for patience. His intention was not to collect such rare an artifact but merely to use it for something else much greater.
His gluttonous desire for power now overwhelms him, and in a manic state of panic stabs himself quick in the chest with the dagger, as if whim demands him to do so. The cavernous space fell silent with his sudden demise. Only death and darkness greeted him with dreary fervor, and his blood spilt on the rocky floor slowly making its way towards the light.
It took six days to find his body and the dagger. His name would never be heard again for another century.

Gossips of  colossus being seen from the same area stirs uneasy emotions amongst the nearby townspeople, and the…

Pilar

"I hardly knew you, my love. And quite frankly, the blood that flows within me dictates that I never even loved you in the first place."
He took his cigarette from the ashtray and stared at it long enough to put it out without having to puff on it. The shadows grabbed him from behind and sucked him in. The woman that sat in front of him watched in horror as the darkness beheld him as if it was alive and caressing, like a woman full in vain. Her insufficiencies to counter such scares were next to nothing as she could only watch and tremble from a distance, and in that one moment she watched him dive into obscurity. Regret drowned her eyes, and in despair, they were together.
She stood up and clenched one fist, "There is no denying your insubstantial claim. But lest you forget it, I do this for both our behalf. The stars drag your body elsewhere, while I remain basked in the cold graces of night."
"And you look at me now drenched in darkness while you speak of ligh…

Bigmouth

Troubled to even take a stupid shower. How wide is it necessarily to unsee the negativity that takes on a shape of a parasite invisible to the naked eye? And to fathom all the underestimation into a ball of clarity demands no explanation. The ass that sticks to the stool and lingers is more ass as the ass itself.

Red carpet

Hard-pressed to give a fucking damn. Tasted my spit dry up clogging my throat and itching. Curtains from behind close horizontally signalling an end. Curtains made of black and vile red, vampiric and ethereal, smoothly slips in my sight putting my mind at ease, hypnotic. "Close your eyes and slumber," the whisper whispers. "Bring the madness to a halt."
In an amicable way I agreed and completely disregarded the goodwill that will have to follow. I will not be a puppet. The whisper appears to me a phantom, in female form and infatuation. Without any closure in sight, I closed my eyes and fell in deep sleep. "Fulfill my role and end this madness," yes, that is it. The same complaint I have been hearing for long months now. Stand out and be unique, be a powerhouse. 
I emerged a stimulant, and in the days to come my burden becomes more apparent.