Names.

The one with abundance met the unique.

And from their union sprang forth four.

The first; is triumphant, victorious, conquering everything her heart yearns for.

The second; devout, she denies herself from material comfort.

The third; a leader, he governs and all look to him for solace.

The forth; a lion, he carries the might of an army.


And I go 'Holy shit...'

And Lady Insomnia said; "I'm back honey, how've you been?"

And we proceeded to make sweet, sweet love. Well, sort of.

For the past few days I've been getting these dreams, then waking up to find out that I've only slept 2 hours. When I try to dive back in, milady tugs at my boxers and pouts her mouth.

How can I resist ey?

I swear, one of these days, I'm gonna end up collapsing in front of the main road and get run over by a tramco or even better, the tram. Ah well, I guess it means the inevitable break up between us. Nothing last forever ey woman?

Talking about dreams, I wonder where those gruesome ones went... Waking up in terror with sweat pouring out of my pores, and then not sleeping again for fear of what might come next... I gotta admit, I kinda miss that. I remember having recurring dreams about wolves chasing me across a conveniently placed snowy plains and then obviously, I fall and there'll be this slow motion scene where the wolf walks up to my screaming self and the details are so clear... The fur coat, the drool, the piercing glare... The teeth, slightly yellow and then those jaws widen, the tongue depresses, closer, closer still until it clamps shut over my windpipe; I struggle to breathe and then... I wake up, gasping for air and replay the scene while having a cigarette...

Such a beautiful scene really, the prey and the predator, the inevitable cycle...

Like that, only two inches from face.

Finals are on, being a bitch as usual, more like the kind where you're forced to submit yourself cause she has your family in her clutches of evil. Or because she's that hot and seductive and all the hormones being released causes all the wires in your head to cross link and short circuit. Or both. You know, it happens.

At least it's halfway done, by using the metaphor above, she's already in your room criticising every object, every instrumental CD, every piece of haiku. Well, at least she's there mate, at least she's there.

J-Rock has now embedded itself into my music centre and it refuses to go away. Bloody X-Japan... Why do you guys make such good instrumentals? WHY? I mean, you look like walking gay hippie rainbows!

Gay hippie rainbows. On meth.

Ah well...

Lady Insomnia is tugging at my boxers again... Be right back...

Lucid Dreams.

I took a nap for two hours and I lucid dreamed. No, lucid dreaming is not another fancy way to say wet dream, it's far from that. It's dreams where you control what you do.

I won't go into details but fuck, I made decisions in there that I've always wanted to. No second thoughts, no hesitations, just a straight up answer... And it felt good.

What went on was everything I wanted, and putting that aside, I felt something that I've not felt since years ago. Well, frankly because she was there but other than that, it was the whole dream thing you know? Wait who am I kidding it's cause she was there and I did what I was too scared to do. Fuck that was awesome.

Though I must say, there were some pretty fucked up people in there. One of em tried to bake us in a giant oven. A fucking oven man. Thank god for her kids for letting us go. I think I killed her, but I'm not that sure...

I woke up with this feeling of depression and happiness awkwardly meeting each other in an alley with nowhere to go. Depressed because what happened in the dream was not out of reach in reality. It could've happened and fuck I hate myself for it. Happiness because, heck, I saw her smile man. And she groped me, but thats not part of the main issue her. Most of you go 'Ain't that sweet etc etc' and I'm not gonna deny that because she was all that. Give or take a few flaws, you know.

Come to think of it... She was owned... Hmmm... Ah well, forget what I said, it's cause she's owned. I have this complex where women with partners are the bomb. It's like the relationship is covering her beauty. Yes, I'm that messed up but hey, who are you to say anything, you've got your own fucked up shit. While I'm at that, here's an apology to the relationships that I indirectly plotted to destruction.




But fuck, it felt so damn good.

Seriously.

I'm an extremely private person, I don't like to share what happened to me or what I plan to happen to me, especially to people I don't know that well. Yet people prod and poke and try to drill a fucking hole. For God's sake, I don't even tell my best friends what goes on in my brain, except for the minor details.

When you say 'Why all the secrecy?' and I answer 'Why not?', I'm not fucking joking. I do it because I can afford to, and I can bear the burden that you cannot bear. Face the fact that some people need to open up and some; like me, are born with a hard shell and we prefer to keep it clamped shut. It does not make any of us superior, nor does it makes us inferior. We're bound to be ourselves.

I have sins from my past that I cannot get rid of, deep inside, I know that hell, there's no way I can be forgiven for it. I was young, I was fucking stupid. Too stupid. Yes, I can't sleep at night when i dream of what I did, yes I sometimes go to such lengths to see if I can still feel a somewhat larger amount of pain to counter the one that's been festering in me. However, these reasons still does not give you any fucking right to act like a messiah. I don't need one and frankly, you are not qualified.

Yes, look to me as a freak of nature, an Aleister Crowley even, I prefer that but don't, for fuck's sake don't look at me as one of your own. I do not want to be a part of it and I prefer to be alone. In one way or another, I will drag you down.

Trying to give me advices are futile because since I'm a pretty big jackass (A knowledgeable one at that, if I may add) I will overrule your words and you will hate me for it. You're human, it's bound to happen. Besides, I don't listen, even when I should, my mind is free and it's wild and it's shrewd.

They once said I was that guy, someone that's gonna make it big. I smiled but inside, all i was thinking of was 'How the fuck can you see the future?' As far as I was concerned, I worry only about today and not tomorrow. Even a hobo can make it, it doesn't matter who you are.

Fuck.

Where The Fuck Is My Special K

1. Ketamine

 

2. Often obtained by breaking into animal hospitals, this liquid-state tranquilizer can be poured over a mirror, dried, and diced into a powder ready for rave-happy snorting.

 

Example: Let's get tweeked on some special k at the rave tonight.

 

 

I spent some time today, seriously thinking over stuff and I realised that all my life is like a concrete mixture right now, in which the concrete is mainly problems.

I hate it when it comes to a point where things that are supposed to be filled to the brim with happy smiling faces and at some point; hot kinky sex, can be the cause of fucking annoying headaches.

I know, I'm a goofball, most of the time, I talk about jackshit that may be educative (... Going doggy gives a much deeper penetration you know?) but nonetheless, not open for practical use (... Ping-pong balls over your eyes, then shine a red light, 30 minutes and you'll start hallucinating. Without drugs. Awesome ey?).

However, when I get serious, or start talking sense, for the love of fucking kinky sex, listen and fucking do it (You might wanna postpone the event you know, I might not be coming home. Next year seems good no?). While I may be frolicking in the fucking cesspit of a brain I have, at one point or another, I sometimes get fucking tired of it and decide to go swim in some pristine fucking water instead. For fucks sake, listen. Listen!

FOR THE LOVE OF KINKY SEX

Christ, if my plans get fucked because of this I'm gonna start popping caps into knees. And assholes. AND ASSHOLES.

Then there's fucking mites or bed bugs or whatever the fuck it is that's been biting me at night. Sooner or later I swear I'm gonna start swallowing moth balls. Fuck.

FUCK.

Of course, all this will pass, then bla bla bla I'll have kids, a beautiful wife and a perfect life. That's in the fucking future you faggot, I live in the fucking present. At the rate I'm going my balls will be devoured by these fucking parasites. So much for the perfect life ey?

Then there's this blog, it's fucking rubbish. I'm starting to believe that Malaysians are really the folks that read a page a year, nobody fucking reads nowadays. 'But that's cause you write stuff in such a vulgar manner!' Well here's some fucking news that your illiterate brain won't be able to fucking understand, it's only vulgar when you think it is. Transcend god dammit! Transcend! Can you not see past these words? Can you not extract the essence of these?! You fucking shallow faggots!

Now that we're in that topic, I'd like to expand on that since everybody does this face when someone curses.

What is a curse? It's mainly made up of two people, on one side, there's the one who says it, and then there's the one who 's the receiver. In a case where there is no receiver it doesn't count as cursing. It's like playing badminton or tennis. There has to be two players. Well, only badminton really.

That said, let's go one step further. What constitutes a curse? It's perception. If one person understands that the other is cursing him/her, then it applies. So basically, if I say fuete tu padre, then it doesn't count because you did not understand that. If I said it in a cheerful manner, you'd think that I'm praising you. This is also applicable when using the same language, if I said fuck, you'd normally be offended. What if you take 'fuck' in it's actual context. Which is:

To engage in coitus with.

 

Therefore, saying 'fuck you', would mean 'To engage in coitus with you' and obviously not applicable in the context of cursing. Honestly, who the hell fucks when he's angry.

That's not the point, the point is just the context of it. I use the word on a daily basis, does that mean I would like to fuck with everything, even air? Of course not, it's just a word. Just a word. It's like food or hello. You perceive it as cursing, I perceive it as an expression, using logic, it's better for you to change your mindset because I'm awesome. Right?

FUETE TU PADRE

See?

Ah fuck this, let's go and get some special K.

The Amazing Adventures of Paragonimus Westermani

Paragonimus Westermani, on it's way to fuck up your life.

 Fuck.

Anyway, haven't been writing lately, it's as if my creative mind is being slowly taken over by fucking medicinal books or some shit. Yes I hate my life. There is no silver lining to where I'm going.

I want to write Chapter Two of whatever the title of it is but I still haven't gotten back chapter one. Hmmm.

Exams means a rise in the level of sugar intake, which I'm not keen on because diabetes runs in the family. Why am I telling you this? Because I don't want to make you laugh. Besides the fact that I have no idea what the hell I'm talking about. Must be those Toxoplasma Gondii fucking around.

There's too much shit going on in the cesspit I have as a brain that I can't even sort out the simplest of things like 'Should I take a taxi' or 'Where's the sugar'. In the end I just walk wherever I need to be and end up tired as hell or I end up bottling up the rage. Well, you know, most of the time. I get angry over trivial things and frankly, the thought of that pisses me off even further. Let's not touch the nobody gets me and my genius mind part. Oh and honestly, fuck Egyptians man. The whole lot of em. This whole country is like the fucking epitome of fucked up. Digression.

I can't wait for the exams to be over with, as in fuck the results, fuck the performance, I just want it to be over with. This year has not been a good one. I'm not even talking about Europe, I just want need some time to fucking hibernate and rebuild my crumbling walls so that stuff that needs to remain in there stays in there.

Christ... There's like a whole fucking cycle going on... Smoke, sugar, smoke, sleep, smoke, study, study, sugar, study, smoke, study, sugar.... You get the idea...

If sugar does that to my face, I swear I'll start fasting

Now I'm homeless. Ah well, lets put that parasitic soul to a test ey?

Now, back to the adventures of Paragonimus Westermani.

Everybody misses Hitler now.

First you blame him for the so called genocide. Now after he's dead, you say he should have finished the job.

Fucken hypocrites ey?

Funny how life works ey?

The publicity that Jews are getting is overwhelming, there has been no other race in the history of the world that has ever crossed this line. You go on TV, there's gonna be some Jew stuff on it. And all they did is invade a country. Everybody is so fucken fueled with hate nowadays that it logic is replaced by radicalism and the bigger picture is shunned aside.

Based on everybody's mentality, the Palestinians are some god fearing holier than thou kind of people. Sure bout that? How is it even fucking logical that just because they live on the holy land, they are granted immediate immunity against evil? They are fucking human, not fucking prophets. I know a guy who knows a lot of Palestinians and heck, he told me most of em are fuck ups. Know what else obeys the rule?

The fucking world.

I'm not saying that the Palestinians deserve what they are getting. Rather, I'm saying that both sides are extremely moronic creatures. What if the Palestinians surrender and Israel get the land? Have ever considered that as an alternative end to the war? Would it be that bad? I look at that option and I see the end of all this mindless killing and ultimately peace.

'What about Al-Aqsa?' you ask? What about it? If I'm not mistaken, you guys are the ones that go on and on about materialism. It's a mosque yes, but it does not change the fact that it is made of bricks. So is my house. And yours. All the talk about desecration and what not is just bullshit, most of you are just making that as an excuse to see right in your bitchery.

It doesn't matter if you're a Jew, a Muslim, a Chinese or whatever, 80% of the whole population are just fuck ups, in an infinite number of ways. There is no way you being a muslim is gonna change that fact. Look at Egypt, the population is almost totally Muslim and look at how many of us that are getting fucking ass raped day in and day out.

Tiring shit, fuck it, you think about it.

You are not the only ones.