Lazy from C-Z

Dirt plagues me. Here, there, everywhere. Dirt is ubiquitous and resilient. A little bit of grooming is unnecessary, drastic measures call for drastic solutions. And the stink. Oh shit, not the stink. Everything but the stink. Fatality.

The sixty-pence Dr. Pepper can in the table was cold and half-empty, and a loud barking of a mutt echoes somewhere in the cafeteria. Funny thing to happen indoors. It's as if they wanted to scare the people eating, resting, working, and having conversations in the tables. I paid no mind. I continued on with what little I was doing. Questioning my methods of learning has been quite pedantic and unnecessary really. The Tesco bag that stares at me beside this portable computer mocks my every thought. It is aware and self-reliant. It needs not worry about life and hunger and love and shit. Its only goal is to be used for bagging, putting groceries like the Hovis I bought earlier today and that German salami that's perfect to go with it, add in extra cheese for flavour and filling and you got yourself a half-decent meal. But now its purpose is done there is no more reason for it to exist. Whatever it serves to offer me as its legal owner is up to me now. I drag it closer to me for n...

Two less angry persons in the room decide to set aside their arguments for the sake of the group dynamics. One sets aside his emotions and stands quite far away from the other as possible. There was a cacophony of silent awkwardness in the air as the two continued to exhibit their infallible tantrums. The group moves on with their work and decides to come up with ideas to unite each other and compromise. Neither of the two spoke to each other all the way through the discussion. They formulated individual proposals that vary in topics but never discussed anything that involved one another, and so none of them actually came with a conclusion considering there were too many proposals thrown into the space. They decided to leave it be for that day and come back the day after to think things through. Everyone agrees and went on their separate ways. The next day, one of the two persons arguing yesterday did not show up. Neither did she leave any sort of indication of not coming. Everyone re...

Broken bones to swingin' pelves Chants of cults display Blown up and down towards the ashes The winds weep with dismay And cheered I have received And cheered I wonder how The eyes may mean not a deceived Pray tell it to this doubtful brow Oh sweet, fucking, glorious, immaculate, stupendous, godlike vindication Adroitly, ask where forth art thou?

Drafting an adaptation of The Sunset Limited in my own style. Somehow I want it to be successful without having to be just a copypasta from the original, which is nice.

Heaven forbid agony befalls a man who enjoys a bit of perversion in between his mediocrities. The challenge presents itself asking the question whether or not morality was part of the question, and if it did, whether it would warrant combat in principles. I myself am a witness of the in between , the purgatory of pleasure and pain, the lovely ecstasy of fleshly merriment. For what is a heterosexual being if not for the glory of the opposite sex? Man serves to please the woman and vice versa. That is a common theme. None of which truly understand the imposed art of the flesh in common, the beauty derived from the pleasures of the body, and the soul hidden beneath the perceived lewdness. And when the most inopportune time finally comes to a stand, would it not matter if an adversary in a form of lingering and bygone depression grabs hold of one’s inability to establish the human warmth of another? What more depression can there already be in an already-established deep depression? Would ...

The mononymous hero, Perdicio , finally takes a hold of the sacred dagger for which he long yearned for, defeating its withstanding guardian, Morrow , in the process. At his frail, battered state, almost lifeless, he could feel its weightlessness and potential, but time grows itself weary of any chance for patience. His intention was not to collect such rare an artifact but merely to use it for something else much greater. His gluttonous desire for power now overwhelms him, and in a manic state of panic stabs himself quick in the chest with the dagger, as if whim demands him to do so. The cavernous space fell silent with his sudden demise. Only death and darkness greeted him with dreary fervor, and his blood spilt on the rocky floor slowly making its way towards the light. It took six days to find his body and the dagger. His name would never be heard again for another century. Gossips of  colossus being seen from the same area stirs uneasy emotions amongst the nearby townspeop...

"I hardly knew you, my love. And quite frankly, the blood that flows within me dictates that I never even loved you in the first place." He took his cigarette from the ashtray and stared at it long enough to put it out without having to puff on it. The shadows grabbed him from behind and sucked him in. The woman that sat in front of him watched in horror as the darkness beheld him as if it was alive and caressing, like a woman full in vain. Her insufficiencies to counter such scares were next to nothing as she could only watch and tremble from a distance, and in that one moment she watched him dive into obscurity. Regret drowned her eyes, and in despair, they were together. She stood up and clenched one fist, "There is no denying your insubstantial claim. But lest you forget it, I do this for both our behalf. The stars drag your body elsewhere, while I remain basked in the cold graces of night." "And you look at me now drenched in darkness while you speak of...

Troubled to even take a stupid shower. How wide is it necessarily to unsee the negativity that takes on a shape of a parasite invisible to the naked eye? And to fathom all the underestimation into a ball of clarity demands no explanation. The ass that sticks to the stool and lingers is more ass as the ass itself.

Hard-pressed to give a fucking damn. Tasted my spit dry up clogging my throat and itching. Curtains from behind close horizontally signalling an end. Curtains made of black and vile red, vampiric and ethereal, smoothly slips in my sight putting my mind at ease, hypnotic. "Close your eyes and slumber," the whisper whispers. "Bring the madness to a halt." In an amicable way I agreed and completely disregarded the goodwill that will have to follow. I will not be a puppet. The whisper appears to me a phantom, in female form and infatuation. Without any closure in sight, I closed my eyes and fell in deep sleep. "Fulfill my role and end this madness," yes, that is it. The same complaint I have been hearing for long months now. Stand out and be unique, be a powerhouse.  I emerged a stimulant, and in the days to come my burden becomes more apparent. 

Bursts of self-induced orgasm woke me up from the verisimilitudinous nightmare that I, even at the topmost edge of defiance, fail to extract from the overlapping memories of the same kind of verisimilitudinous, tangible being when awake, as tiny specks of dust nonetheless with a sense of entitlement from the world around us. Even at countless repetition of announcement I still only remembered the occasion partly because; a) there is no class, and b) seemingly every single pawns within the realm of my social network greets with joyous pardon the same kind of action they do when the religion demands it to be so. And as my orgasm waned at the worthless thoughts, I diverted my thoughts into more practical matters worthy of my procrastinations, and so I lingered and rolled in my bed for almost seemingly an hour doing nothing, thinking of devious plots to master deception at its finest for future references or just make myself a late breakfast at four in the afternoon, not minding t...

Hinablot ng mangkukulam ang sinturon ng tagapagligtas ng babaeng kanyang bihag. Ibinalik niya ito sa lalaki ngunit ito na'y naging ahas sa muli niyang paghawak nito. Bigla na lang siyang napatalon palayo sa takot at naging duwag sa mga mata ng prinsesa. Sabi ng prinsesa sa kanyang sarili, 'Hindi ito ang aking tunay na tagapagligtas, sapagkat ako'y ililigtas ng aking iibigin, at ako'y iibigin lamang ng isang tunay na matapang na mandirigma.' Samakatuwid pinaalis niya mismo ang lalaki sa kanyang harapan, na siyang napahiya nang dahil lamang sa sinturong naging ahas. Umuwi itong bigo at durog ang damdaming umaasa sa kamay ng prinsesang nasa panganib. Hindi niya lubos maisip kung bakit pinili pa ng babae na tiisin ang hirap na dulot ng kapangyarihan ng mangkukulam kaysa sa inaalok nitong tulong, ngunit hindi niya kayang tanggihan ang kahilingan ng babae, sapagkat ang babae ang siyang laging ginagalang kahit na'y ito'y nasa landas na hindi wasto. Ilang araw an...

Somebody once told me that I only get to experience once the perfect moment of elation. He, while in a state of drunken stupor, in many ways, was talking mainly of my life in romance, but the words he uttered stuck on me and lingered for years to come. Not to mention he was a drug addict at that. Assuming that the guy was a whore too would not be impossible. Those were some of the darkest times behind me that I am glad to have pursued despite the anguish. Even at that instance of weakness, I still managed to have personal control over my influences and was even respected for that overall. At that one moment, we were exchanging rum with water, and the heat flowing into our gastrointestinal tracts kept us awake long enough to stand and walk for miles in a warm, sunny day in the wild. I should not even have to defend the idea but I have to admit, it kept me hoping up until this point. I can not even remember his face anymore, let alone his name. And in some ways I consumed his s...

The last words were spoken, and the regrets came flowing in like vein cut off from the supply and now gasping for its depending nutrition, unknowingly killing the final ounce of life from within. The dry, coarse throat made a final screech and that imposing rage, no matter how strong, was still inadequate and nevertheless weak. The loss at that point was overbearing, attacking its host slowly before it moves to annihilate completely the empty cartridges of blood. The hydrocephalic head burst upon impact, and the score was totally nullified. It was not about the humiliation or the point of attack, moreso the execution, the will to succeed and the unwillingness of willpower itself. For whatever purpose mental sharpness served it was never evident, and now set the stage for chance's funeral. An undead metaphor to serve as the reminder of conflicting loss. The tragedy of storytelling. The eyes were not blind, and neither were of course the audiences'. For whatever its worth convin...

Midget and boobs, blood and swords, arrows and wolves. Speaking of canines, doggies and twins! Geddit? Doggy, twins. Twins in doggies! (cue in Snoop Dogg's Sensual Seduction background music) Incest! Hot!! I mean, eww. That's the pilot episode of  Game of Thrones folks.

Find myself waking up in darkness, checks the clock, it says '4 a.m.' I return to sleep. Find myself waking up in light, checks the clock, it says '8 a.m.' Still I return to sleep. Wakes up at around 11, only to figure out there's not much to figure out. My next appointment is still at 15, and I'm left with nothing to do. Whenever I hear a sound from the outside it frightens me. The bossy idiots from the outside would engulf me whole and I would never want to stir another anxiety, not yet. So I sit idly in my bed and wait.

It was all too much brown. I stared at it long enough for me to understand that there wasn't anything much in it but the same old things over and over, and because of that I personally learned how to manage my own advocacies tighter than I previously would, meaning that I wouldn't have had the same amount of results if I only pursued the more drastic solutions. I have already fallen way to deep into that gaping hole, no wonder the people you see are nothing more but just puppets to the trade and the whatnot, and of course that includes the people I personally know as well. In many theoretical ways, I myself may be a puppet, but does a puppet really think? On the other side of the brown was the radiating but slowly fading powers of the yellow of the sun, understandably so since I started gazing at that massive ball ten past six in the evening, and the wind recalls an uneasy whisper to the spring heat, something that I no longer would like to look forward to as much as possible....

Kanina’y naglakad patungo sa hagdang walang katapusan ang aking mga paa’t ngayon ko lamang napansing malapit na palang mapudpod ang kapal ng aking tsinelas. Hindi ko na matandaan ang unang beses na ako’y tumayo at saka gumapang sa daang hindi ko man lang naisip tawirin. Nagising na lamang ako sa katotohanang ako’y nag-iisa, naglalakbay sa mala-gintong bundok na aking kinatatayuan. Ako’y napangiti, napatingin sa aking paligid, at guminhawa ng malalim, at biglang napaisip kung ako ba’y nananaginip o gising. Hindi nagtagal ay may narinig akong boses na galing sa malayo’t umaalingasaw sa hangin na parang amoy ng malansang isda sa palengke. Pilit ko mang intindihin ang sinasabi nito ay hindi ko magawa, na para bang ako’y niloloko ng aking kapaligiran, na para bang pinaglalaruan ng gintong bundok na ito ang aking isipan. Hangarin ko lamang ay magpahinga sapagka’t ako’y napapagod at nagugutom, at hindi ko alam ang aking unang gagawin. Kung ako ay nasa aking panaginip ay kinakailangang magis...

The healthy human mind doesn't wake up in the morning thinking this is its last day on Earth. But I think that's a luxury, not a curse. To know you're close to the end is a kind of freedom. Good time to take... inventory. Outgunned. Outnumbered. Out of our minds on a suicide mission, but the sands and rocks here stained with thousands of years of warfare... they will remember us for this. Because out of all our vast array of nightmares, this is the one we choose for ourselves. We go forward like a breath exhaled from the Earth. With vigour in our hearts and one goal in sight: We will kill him. 

2011: A Space Lab Odyssey