...But, not just any physics, but basics — I’m talking 14 on a scale of 0 to 14 kind of basic. A dull white man with a PhD and no personality, no tone, pace, or place in a classroom. Spacing out until his expos dry out. Time’s out, my mind screams so loud. Nobody needed … Continue reading Boredom, Thy Name is Physics
I used to find comfort in routines: wake, cook, classes, walks, get lectured at, work, cook, eat, bathe and sleep. I had to stay hooked to every word hurled at me. Time’s crook who steal joy out of pretenses. I looked for a way out, but monotonous suburbs took my will away. So I will … Continue reading Bored
As cheesy as it is, I sometimes feel like a sinking ship; built to last, work, be productive, but a storm would wreck shit and I crash, beached, cracked. My whole integrity fails fast, nothing lasts but that wave of nauseating nonsense, a blast of depravity, bring up past scabs and skin them free. Alas … Continue reading Sinking
He realized that he had been waking up in strange places with a mighty headache and minimal recollection of how he ended up in said place somewhat frequently lately...no, that not what...God, there was a much better way to describe his current predicament, huh? This time, there was no blinding heat or dancing lights from … Continue reading 1.0: Waking Up
The mother urged him to breathe, he saw a spark in the distance, “Time to remember, Syphus.” And the spark grew until it swallowed him whole.
Once upon the time, there’s a doctor with a machete. He’s proud of his blade, but not his trade, for to him all doctors are shitty. “Dishonest, lying, kiss ups, corrupt, their handwritings are so bad!” He wave his machete in emphasis, and off his patient’s head. With patients gone, his mood soiled, he would … Continue reading The Doctor with a Machete
I saw him first, that ball of fur, spot of sunlight entangled in a happy play fight of meowling delight. He grabbed me first, those stormy eyes, specks of gold midst ocean mists. Then its toes, pink bean toes, so bold. He held me with its pink bold toes, nudged, meowed. I melt. So we … Continue reading New Family