Thursday, January 5, 2012

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Psychosis








Just another word for it.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Scarred




Sometimes you feel as if you're being portrayed by an unknown artist who saw you in his dreams three nights ago.




-art by Trevor Brown

Monday, November 17, 2008

Back to the fundamental question

The unusual heartbeat could just be an anomaly. The devastating thing is that we may never get to find out whether it is or not.
We stand here and we wait just to be let down again and traumatized. The consequences could be more catastrophic than we imagine.
Believing is fatal at this point, and it may be the only thing that we can actually do. But it is also the hardest thing to do. More so when you haven't got the strongest mind in the world.

Is it justifiable to wait for salvation rather than make compensations for ourselves?
Are we still believers?

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Hey Mr.Curiosity




Do you know the horrible feeling of waking up to a bladder explosion?
If you do, you are SO my friend.

Okay, so facebook tells me that I attract mentally unstable people because I'm one of them, and that I also attract weird, insane people because I'm one of them. And the newspaper told me that facebook was for intelligent people and myspace was for weirdos and creeps. Need I explain that no one can generalize ANYTHING? By the way, I so disagree with you, facebook. Now go to hell.

Only
two people in the world I know speak of things that are 'somewhat' close to the truth; Michiko Kakutani of the NY Times and Ran Prieur(even though Ran Prieur could be considered a little kooky to people who don't agree with him..)
But then again, I'm not really sure if I should be the one defining 'truth,' seeing that I'm the most pathological liar in the entire world. Now this could just be another lie. You never know. Okay, so this is me, always underrating myself. Don't feel all sympathetic because I actually have a lot of fun doing it.

No more bullshitting. Well, that's kind of what I do every second of the day but yeah. After midnight, it's time for me to go back to the fundamental question:

Why do I fucking exist?