We keep recording and we keep writing, are we recording for posterity? I mean, what did Achilles get out of that arrow in his heel? did he get to fornicate with the woman he lusted after? no.Did he get to go back home and chill in his original Greek island and knock back a fine toddy? no.Did he get to ...

My inhibitions tell me to keep away from this blog. it is dark and full of secrets that you rather not dig up. Not in a too embarrassing and slightly sexually deviant way of course. But more along the lines of old pictures of you with your braces in suddenly falling out of your almirah when u have friends over ...

Boy, some day you'll be a manGirl, one day you'll be a granunless you do not marryso a spinster you will tarryBut in the long term we are all deadso what if i have a price on my head?I will just keep runningAnd you will just keep running after meWasting your lifeFullfiling mineFor what more did i ever need but ...

can't sleep. the world is round and it keeps it's secrets, strongly away from those who cannot handle themscience will speak and describe what it knows but we humanswe best remain silentcan't sleepthe pizzaria spoke of a blessing; anchovies, they said. eatthey are good for you, for insomniathey are good for patients who can't cope with their mind's own side ...

so my museshall we take a cruise?into the blinding sunlighton an empty sea with no horizon?shall we take the pain and abuse?self inflicted(for if not what is the use)and create a thing of beauty?you and me unitedleaving behind what is useless to usand embracing the unknownwanderers, they will call uslost, they will saybe we knowthis is our wayspringing free from ...

A scab on a woundfalse skinfalse realityunderneath; blood flowsred and rich.a scarred bodyfull of bullet holesthe rubber bulletswere coated with leadactivism was deada power hungrymonarchan arch criminal;the henchmanand youthe lone tree huggerstanding alone in front of the diggerarms outstretched ...

the truth is not as simple as it sounds.simplistic roundsshooting from a 9mmripping through fleshhow many babies dead?how many retards completed the test?how many fools repented their flesh?how many intellectualslet down their people?how many leaders failed?how many theories abounded?how many houses burned?how many heroes fell?questions have no answersquestions just have more questionsand ultimately; faiththe truth is faith

Kareem looked on as the pills fell down from the sky, pouring like rain. He'd been staying away from them for a long time now. He'd even walked away from a dealer once; it had taken a considerable effort of will.Things were alright after that initial incident. He'd managed to have almost a normal life for a few weeks. The ...

waking up on a monday afternoon to the lull of the ocean, inside my head. A dream takes over as the music trips. I am a corporate dreamer dreaming of the demise of the corporation.Im a sleepwalker waking up on a hammock in the kitchen garden. the grass meanders down and mingles with the sand, the sand meanders down to ...

Go to twitter dot comstart twitter account!!!find friends (its no fun if you don't have any, and if you dont your a lozer anyway and shouldnt be tweeting in the first place)Tweetstart with something simple like telling people what you are doing right nowe.g. I am feeling sleepyprogress to relplying to your friend's tweetse.g. @samanthi awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwz @rameez LOLMAO ROFLCOPTER etc(a ...

These are the last words of Imhotephalf man half God but now on his death bedit came for all of us and it came for himImhotep the half God but now he's deadHe bawled and he pleadedhis majestic eyes they bledhe screamed for their worshipas if, from it he could be savedBut his life had whittlednow his bone was brittleand ...

It must be nice to pick up the pen and just start writing again. I was naive enough to think i'd outgrown it; this unstoppable urge to write. it didnt matter what i wrote, the point was that i wrote. But i was too naive to think that i was no longer naive. And now im back to being naive.Nothing ...

In the desert there existed a grain of sand. It was just an ordinary grain of sand, although it may have been slightly priviledged because it had the luck to be situated on the top layer of the ground; enjoying the assorted benefits of being able to roll around the endless expanse of the desert both in the gentle evening ...

Green sparks! greaan sparks revolted in the red fire. they amulgamated and formed little flames of their own. They had been hiding in the tiny metal substrate the secret ingredient; the exotic dense substance that had missed the attention of the destroyer class disposal unit sent from the Establishment.Kangaroos flew into the mind in billowing cloaks liened with regard into ...

Here i come into the next phasePropelled by hope and an expectant lookon my faceHere i come running a different raceone in which only winners runoh what funHere i am self censoredhere i am mentoredby fearful peopleYet i am gratefuland my sacrifice is powerfulbut not as powerful as their loveFor their sake, i must fold? ...

A reek of sweatit may or may not be the doomof impending deathThe waves have metand ricochetedthe boat didn't collapsebut it swayed.And my heart swayed with iton the blue wavesand it almost jerked free of its moorings.A monstrosity thenrose up and bledturned my insides on a whimlike the roiling shore bedBut the patience of encounterby then long practicedsaved me from ...

The nameless landscape of the enemy boat betook Smarkand like a magic carpet. the drifts of lazy wind swept him up and took him to the upper reaches of golden sails that spanned the horizon. He couldn't even see the sea, it having slunk away to the area normally occupied by Outer Space; the vast atmosphere betwixt him and the ...

The metal is on and we are ready for our journey through time. Women should keep shut when men talk. How fundamental is that truth? Or is that simply a mark of respect? Even men should keep quiet when men talk. Other men that is. One should not interrupt, one should allow people to dig themselves into holes. Or dig ...

Continued from hereWelikala stretched luxuriously. The langur had been and gone in the night and his room was spotless. The golden light was shining in and was forming a mottled pattern on the Persian rug. The Cori was steaming in a mug on the bedside table. He took a sip.Immediately the world went white, the flash of brilliance took him ...

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