My Father, the Passive Killer

He might as well stuck a poison dart right in between the eyes of his dying sister.

He used to have a sister. She was the most intelligent one in the family. I used to look up to her because she would devour these crossword puzzles like I go through junkfood. Eloquent writer and speaker. She can bitch it out good as well. She had Diabetes. After reaching forty, she suddenly had complications. She was going blind, her health was failing drastically. She was in pain everytime she breathed. The stout stature she once had, has now been turned into a skelital display of her former self. She was sick. Very sick.

She landed in the public hospital. It was a place where more people left in body bags rather than walking out alive. The air inside was full of anguish and hurt. It’ll cost the family a small fortune just for her to survive another day.

My father then decided to let her die. (more…)

Back From Hell

I’m back, boys and girls. Here, to unleash more expletives than your pissed off seargant will ever do.

Okay, enough of the hype and on to other matters such as: (more…)

MIssing In Action

Due to insistent public demand, I won’t be posting for a week. I need to take care of some matters, take over a planet, and attend training and stuff.

So while I’m out you guys can dance over my temporary grave.

Some Quick and Easy Steps to Disassemble Yourself for the Better Last Part

Don’t believe a word I write.

“If you see Buddha on the Road, kill him.”

I’m not here to save the world. I didn’t come here to die for everyone’s sins. I just represent a part of the collective consciousness in the blogosphere.

Make your own path. The old, trodden paths maybe mixed with the present to make it a new road! No one can honestly say that the past was better than the present and vice versa. The future is borne from the marriage of both. Still, this is your road, not mine.

I just hope we both get to where we’re going.

Dreaming of a Geek Tragedy

I wished for a tragic life. One full of illegal pleasures. Drugs, alcohol, and fucking around. Cigs never even crossed my mind because it was too common. A legal killer. Ganja was just stronger cigs.

Metamphetamine. Speed. Downers. Uppers. Fuck, I wanted to go through the whole gamut until I ended up in the freaking nuthouse. I wanted to drink myself until my liver gave way. Let alcohol run through my veins. Fucking and screwing 2 to 5 girls at once. Domintrix and slave. The Jesus & Mary Chain lifestyle.

Okay, why the hell would I want such a shitty life? One where I would end up either in jail or a morgue? I wanted to suffer. I believed that to find enlightenment, I had to go through hell first. Go through fire. Get burned. Come out motherfucking golden. To most, it sounded stupid, but for me–it was my creed. (more…)

Some Quick and Easy Steps to Disassemble Yourself for the Better Part 3

What the hell are you doing here?

You must’ve asked this question quite a lot of times all ready. The answer? You get nothing. N-O-T-H-I-N-G. “Give it up,” as Kafka said. The answer will appear if you ask the right question.

Yup, most of us got it all wrong. Why must we continually ask our family/president/world/God/the universe/fate what our role in this world is? As Frankl put it,

“Ultimately man should not ask what the meaning of life is, but rather must recognize that it is HE who is asked. In a word, eaach man is questioned by life; and he can only answer to life by answering for his own life; to life he can only respond by being responsible.”

Execute the plan.

Stop whining, get off your ass, and do SOMETHING positive for someone else. Open a door for somebody. Share a freaking seat. Get the fuck up and GIVE your seat. Smile! Do something for someone who can’t pay you back.

Give back to the freaking universe for crissakes. Enough of the “What’s In It For Me” syndrome. That’s a paradigm on it’s last knees. Things are about to change.

Maintain yourself. Don’t fall off the wagan, idiot! It’ll be twice as hard to get back up with each fall. Continue with your “good” works.