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2010-12-24T13:20:00.001-08:00

Staring at those smoky eyes of yours
Waiting for forever as we lie on the floor
Turn the lights down low and shut the door
Just say the word and I'm yours forevermore

I think I'm in love, baby that's the gist
As I close my eyes and tighten my fist
I jack off to your profile pic

Zombie Nation

2009-03-29T02:28:00.000-07:00

According to a quiz on an online social networking site, I have a 38% chance of surviving a zombie infection.

I'm the guy who'll take out a wave of zombies while locked in a room filled with explosives while the others escape. Who wants to wait to be eaten anyway once the world is overrun by zombies?

They could even have "zombie politics" where officials were replaced once they've effectively utterly rotted away to nothing. The one with the least rotted away brains (which they eat anyway) gets to sit in office. Or maybe even the one who's eaten the most brains, he or she does after all have the most amount of brains.

I don't see this evolution of man surviving as it does not have any self-preservation method other than either eating human brains or turning other people into zombies. What if the whole human race has been either eaten, or turned into zombies? They couldn't procreate, because there aren't any humans left to infect. Or eat, zombies don't harm animals otherwise they would be just people who rot really fast.

Well, at least John Lennon's dream would come true.

"Stab"

2009-03-07T11:58:00.001-08:00

Let me feed on your insides
And dance on your entrails
Feast on your wicked garden
To break what once was frail

Bleed into the darkness that is me
Let me sip from the Holy Grail
Skip to beats of sixes and threes
My heart begins to wail

Let me have everything you desire
A passing wind to stroke the fire
Nothingness and being passed through a wire
And all the unborn children we shall sire

An ode to what switches on during a fight...

2009-03-04T11:33:00.000-08:00

"Switch (Bad Intentions)"

Vicious
Like a disease you just can't cure
I'm on you like a virus
Destroying all the things you hold pure
I can take it out on your body or in your fucking head
One thing's for sure
I won't stop until I see you dead

A promise
One that I will keep from being broken
I will not stop
Until I see you down and defeated
So come up to me if you think you have the guts
Let's see how tough you say you are
No excuses, no ifs and no buts
When I'm through with you
You'll look like you were ran over by a car

Your punches mean shit
It'll take more than that to hurt me
That gun isn't even loaded
Make sure you cock it, make sure you fucking kill me
Or I'll be back with a full-scale attack
You won't even see me coming...

The Great Haze part 5

2009-02-21T13:28:00.000-08:00

The next day, I awoke with the usual string of messages on my mobile phone. Different people who want different things, each message is a plea for attention. Never relenting with this soulless barrage of incessant necessities, each message is an urge for something; from credit card offers to queries on my current state of consciousness. They wake me from my haze of nightmares, wicked dreams filled with blood lust and shrill screams. Over and over, they play like taped messages blaring inside my skull. Each night they resonate and desensitize me, and as each dusk turns to dawn I find myself slowly enjoying them yet still waking up drenched in cold sweat. Exhilarating and mind-numbingly disturbing at the same time.

Sometimes I find myself preferring the deep embrace of sleep to what I have dubbed as "The Land of The Living," otherwise known as "daylight." It would be so much sweeter to stay in dreamland, to be free to lose myself in the twisted desires my mind plays out for me each night. I finally get out of bed and proceed to go with my daily workout, which keeps me "vibrant" throughout the day. I took a shower, proceeded with breakfast and went about my daily routine. I finally drive off in my car and strap myself in with the little people.

At lunch, I sat across a "colleague" of mine. He insists on telling me about his wild weekend, his yammering a bundle idiotic expressions intertwined with stories of his lewdness. I imagine taking his head and repeatedly banging his head on the table until his blood fills his tray, and time my smile to simulate that I'm proud of this weak, pathetic fool. Lunch ends with the two of us laughing together, as the moron smiles and agrees as I berate his person. I didn't know they allowed such clueless idiots in these parts of the building.

After work, I smile and bid these people farewell and proceed to meet some friends at this prestigious club we've been recently attending. We meet up and compare ourselves to each other and proceed to laugh at all the freaks around us. Mauro introduces us to his new girlfriend, a challenging score who obviously keeps him around for his massive quantities of coke on hand. Security knows better than to bother us with petty laws and regulations, as they know that each of us can buy the very club that houses us with but a handshake.

end of part 5

"Orifice"

2009-02-21T10:26:00.000-08:00

Humanity reeks of poison
Syringed throughout its veins
From trips to places bigger than its head
All the way to the land of the dead

It is haunted by shells of conscience
A reverse effect it keeps in mind
Of crafted shells and greener pastures
To know what sells and sharpened dentures

Keeps it to replenish it's well
Of power tools and magic spells
Sustained disorder and organized chaos
Right up to its very thoughts

The Great Haze part 4

2009-02-17T03:26:00.000-08:00

"It was getting stale. You know how when cigarettes sit for days on end and their taste changes? It kind of gets like you're smoking dried, rolled up feces." I was running out of excuses. Everybody was telling me that dropping Jeanie was the dumbest thing I had done. Friends were saying that what we had was a good thing, and they kept bugging me for reasons as to why I let Jeanie go. To be honest, I was getting kind of sick of repeating myself. I wanted to write a note explaining why I broke up with Jeanie, then tape it to my forehead so that these buggers would stop it already with the same old questions, day in and day out. If only I had a real answer to give. I think they knew I was bullshitting my way out of further questions by giving these lame analogies.

Jeanie was a model for Cal Carrie's when I met her. She had a penchant for proving to other people that she wasn't just another pretty face. She immersed herself in the arts and had chanced upon a party where I was spinning. I was surprised she knew the songs I sampled in my mixes and even more surprised when she actually sat down to listen to one of my drawn out litanies on philosophy, life, and existence. Once she actually nodded and agreed when I said I believed aliens existed, I knew she was a fake. But, she was hot and I was drunk and horny, so I took her home anyway. Oh, and the sex was good too.

From then, life began to become somewhat interesting again. We would go to parties, gigs and art shows. We were seen as a power couple, and we acted the part too. "Oh, you guys are such a cute couple." "Lots of girls/guys must cry their eyes out whenever they see the two of you together." "Your kids are going to be so cute." And all those other overused phrases people liked to use. Kids. They even mentioned us having kids.

But, as with other women, she lacked that certain something which eventually drew me away from taking things too seriously. Now that i think of it, I don't think I even took her seriously at all. I didn't let anyone know except Stacy, of course. Everyone thought that I was finally settling down, that little old me had finally been grounded. I could fool everyone but what really frustrated me was that I couldn't fool myself.

end of part 4

How Ironic

2009-02-12T01:27:00.001-08:00

A black person in the white house. Obama's whole campaign is loosely based on this, especially with his whole clamor for "change." Why bother with fiction when reality is so much more interesting?

The Great Haze part 3

2009-02-06T09:27:00.000-08:00

The days have been routine, boring at best. Fresh out of college and into a corporate office, Jesus look at all those ties. Out of the pot and into the flame my ass. All that ass kissing and fake smiles make me sick to my stomach. Of course, it doesn't help that I never had to climb the ranks, either. Executive vice-president, south wing. I thought this would be like a never ending episode of The Apprentice, but the people around me have personalities and their own opinions as much as bowlers have athletic ability. I swear, these people are almost like sheep. I like to refer to them as "sheeple."

The only consolation for this shit job is I get to be on top and piss on everybody below me, metaphorically speaking, of course. "Good morning sir, how was your weekend?" "Sir, there is a fruit basket for you from Fairtex Cambodia." Jesus Christ, how much fruit can you possibly eat in two weeks? I could say "Fuck you, ass hat." and ignore the Cambodian bastards plea for more money but of course, I'll have my secretary write a thank you note and would always reply, "Fine, how was yours?" like I was genuinely interested. That's how big business works. As a matter of fact, that's how society pretty much works. The more you supress your instincts, the more civilized you are. And I don't even like The Apprentice.

End of Chapter 3

Hilarious

2009-02-05T09:01:00.001-08:00

Thanks to my cousin for the epic image.

The Great Haze parts 1 and 2

2009-02-04T12:08:00.000-08:00

"You still love her don't you?" she asked as I sat bored amidst the lights and sounds to which I replied, "It's not that. It's just that coming here isn't doing what I thought it would do to me." "Come on, I'll split this tab with you," she said as she bit off half of her E. "I'm kind of not in the mood for this tonight, can we do this some other time?" the moment that left my lips, I knew that fireworks would ensue. "What?! Are you tired of fucking me?!" she exploded. "Now that you mention it, yeah." "What, that you still love her?" "No, that I'm tired of fucking you." She threw the contents of her vodkabull at me and walked away.

"Hey bro, what the fuck was that all about? I saw--" James began as he resumed his seat. "Let her go, stupid bitch isn't worth it." I said. James started his whole speech again, "Look, man. What you're doing right now, it's not right. It's fucked up. Come on, let's get out of here and--" before he could finish his sentence, I replied, "Look, I didn't come here for your pity." I saw the disappointment in James' eyes. "That came out wrong, I'm sorry bro." Silence from both sides ensued. All i could say after was, "I'll be in the moshpit if you need me." With a look of bewilderment he simply said, "Yeah."

What was merely around ten minutes in the dance floor seemed like an eternity, as I stood there in the middle of a sea of bodies. I was drunk off my mind, and my blood was laced with enough designer drugs to OD four people. Staring at the lights, I could honestly say that in those moments, a certain peace that had eluded me for years shined upon me like an angel gently descending from the heavens themselves. I danced and I danced and I danced some more. The more I danced, the less empty I felt. Who would've thought that solace could be found on the dance floor?

Three songs later, my body was beginning to weaken and clouds formed at the corners of my mind. I guess the alcohol and the drugs were wearing off, and all I could do was fall on my knees and look to the ground, as the sea of bodies continued to sway.

end of chapter one

"Are you awake?" a female voice said. I opened my eyes and let them focus for a second. It was just Stacy, one of my closest friends. "You might want to warn me the next time you plan to pass out in a club. Geez." "How did you--" I began, but she cut me off. "James texted me." I smiled as best as I could. She continued, "Also, Jeanie left this at your door." I groaned, a massive migraine suddenly came upon me as I sat up. "Lie back down." she said as she gently pushed me back. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to do that to me." I coyly said, trying to be as charming as I could dressed in my underwear. "Shut up." she said, as I stared at my copy of, or what was left of, the hard copy of my prized thesis.

"What a bitch." I said. "You're no prince yourself, asshole." she laughed as I winced at the remains of my thesis. I had loaned it to Jeanie because she said she wanted to see what the fuss is all about regarding my multi-awarded thesis. She was one of those pseudo-intellectuals who feigned interest at anything that knowing about would get her in with the cool crowd. Stacy broke into my thoughts. "Seriously, until when are you going to do this?" she asked. "Do what?" I answered. "You know what I'm talking about." She seemed serious, so I tried to give as straight an answer as I could. "I don't know." An exasperated look flashed in her eyes. "Sometimes I just don't understand you." she said. "I don't think people come with instruction manuals anyway." I said.

end of chapter two

Shivers Lie Under the Twilight

2009-02-01T11:29:00.000-08:00

Can you feel him inside you? Does he rip you open and fill you with a warm feeling that you've never felt before? Do you feel the intensity as he kisses your lips, the rush when you feel his mouth envelop your breast? Can you feel yourself slipping away into what seems like nothingness and being at the same time? Does the cold shiver of the night lick your naked body as a slow explosion builds into an atomic blast? Can you feel yourself lovingly gripping at his manhood? Do you even notice that you have swallowed him whole, and what seemed so disgusting for years suddenly becomes second nature? Can you even open your eyes as he thrusts away inside you? Do you feel your mind suddenly a blank, and all that matters is what you would like to believe is instinct? Does it feel raw and unfiltered? Does anything else matter while the two of you are fused in sin? Wouldn't you like to think so?

Open your eyes and say hello to the monster beside you.

Level playing field

2009-01-29T07:58:00.000-08:00

I hate good boys, or people who deceive themselves. Yeah, you heard me right. Those self-righteous, "wouldn't hurt a fly" types are deceiving themselves. They think that they can make everybody believe how incredibly squeaky clean they are but those are the ones you watch out for. These are the people who sin less tend to make up for it by the gravity of their sins. How many times have you heard about that one postal service guy who shot all those people suddenly one day? Where do you think the term "going postal" came from? Everybody and anybody will always do some form of deception or evil at one or more points of their lives.

By hook or by crook, it all boils down to what YOU want. They want you to believe that they're perfect men. Perfect people. Well, guess what? There are no perfect people. We are all on a level playing field. Think of a rating system for attributes. One guy might get a 9 on the looks scale, but a 1 in the personality department. Or someone with a 2 for looks may have an 8 for money. Come on, let's not fucking deceive ourselves. You may say that you could fall for a scrub, but some women DO fall for the money. Back on track, both these fools could land as much attention as the other. One might argue that some people have high marks in a lot of departments and that isn't fair. These people too have shortcomings, and as one of my favorite phrases goes it's "only human" and lack something else. Just ask yourself what that shortcoming could be. The world is a level playing field, gentlemen. It's not how strong or fast you are, it's how you play the game.

So whenever you see one of those "undeserving" types walking around with scores of the opposite sex around their arms just say to yourself, "only human."

Big Business

2009-01-26T21:36:00.000-08:00

I've often wondered as a kid why basketball teams here are owned by processed meat, beer and paint manufacturers as opposed to the NBA teams that represent states. But now I know it's because people here know who runs things around here. These million dollar corporations have ties with the government, where money slips back and forth between the two. They use the ones under them to further their own causes, and are about as discreet as a talking giant potato sitting, legs crossed while smoking a pipe at the breakfast table.

What used to be considered underhanded and vile have become commonplace, and this lack of moral fiber has trickled down far from their towers and into the minds of those below. Even being blatantly stolen from has us thinking twice before bothering to file a complaint. There are reasons why the justice system is very expensive here. From being represented to the political leverage needed, the people on the inside have made it very difficult to receive a fair trial.

The disparity between the have and have-nots is quite lengthy, there is violence and suffering in the ghettos and the government is run by corporations and dynasties. Now tell me, how different is it where you live?

The bastards actually did it: The Invisibility Cloak

2009-01-21T10:44:00.000-08:00

Scientists at Duke University in Durham, NC have developed an invisibility cloak, which they have constructed using metamaterials which are artificial composites that have specific electromagnetic properties. By placing them in strategic places they deflect electromagnetic waves. One of the scientists were quoted as calling it one of the most elaborate metamaterial structures ever designed to date, with the ability to change properties to cloak a mobile object, where different positions yield different visual and electromagnetic results.

Source: http://news.duke.edu/2006/10/cloakdemo.html

"Stick Up"

2009-01-20T08:35:00.000-08:00

From the bowels of humanity
Where ignorance reigns and so does apathy
People always looking for some levity
Trying to maintain some sense of sanity

Get off your bicycle and go board the train
Move with the "in" crowd, that buzz for your brain
Forget this not, we are but grains
Waiting to be wet by the passing rain

Nothingness and meaning deal in absolutes
Careful where you rest that foot
Prolong the agony and learn to yearn the fruit
Take off your knickers and your boots

Maybe I'd appreciate it more if I used to be a teenage girl,

2009-01-20T04:58:00.000-08:00

but The Twilight Series, which I'll admit is a pretty cool name, failed to catch my attention. I tried to read a few chapters, but I was at the fourth chapter of the first book and it had still eluded to captivate me. I did not feel as involved in the story as I had hoped and did not give it the sense of urgency as others (such as The Vampire Lestat and the rest of the Chronicles) have before it. It had failed to hook me, as much as the somewhat vampire fan I am.

I hypothesized that maybe it was from a female perspective, but that has not hindered me before in terms of reading material. I am a huge Anne Rice fan. I've also read two of Paulo Coelho's books (who I consider to be the gayest writer alive) and still managed to get with the program so I know and can appreciate female perspectives in terms of writing preference.

The verdict for many is still in for this one, the series tethering between greatness and mediocrity. Some have given it fantastic reviews while some have given it the proverbial thumbs down. As for me, it looks like I'll be missing out on another literary fad.

Endorphin induced musings

2009-01-20T00:48:00.000-08:00

The difference between a dreamer and an achiever is both think of the "what," but only one thinks of the "how."

Dinosaurs. With laser guns. How can you NOT call it awesome?

2009-01-17T10:44:00.000-08:00

Laugh all you want, but if you put it in perspective, the idea to put together the other facets of time besides the present (those being the past and the future) is a noteworthy concept. Bring the primal need of dinosaurs to overcome adversity with the cold precision of light based projectiles and heat seeking missiles and we'll have ourselves a hell of a time.

I told you so. The show and former toy line that inspired the above image is called Dino Riders. It involves two races of aliens who have battled across the universe for centuries, which by coincidence each have a regiment crash land on prehistoric Earth. Their ships and radio communication to their home planets have been destroyed. One race befriends the dinosaurs while one bends them to their will but both have the insanely awesome idea of mounting weapons systems on them to continue their ancient war.

Waiting for the world to change...

2009-01-14T02:22:00.000-08:00

...is complete bullshit. The world isn't going to change, no matter how much you scream or beg or rally for it. It changes you. One only thinks that the world has changed because one's perception of it has changed. The longer we live somewhere, the more we adapt to it.

The world will always be the cruel and sadistic place it's always been. It will chew you up, spit you out and grind you underneath if you let it. We're all animals and if there's one thing animals are known for, it's adapting to circumstances.

And no, the world isn't getting worse, it's just that when old monsters die, new ones replace them. It's either become a monster yourself, or be eaten by the rest of us. You've been warned.

If I were one of those cliche martial arts trainers

2009-01-12T08:06:00.000-08:00

1. I'd make my students dodge repeated jabs from a branding iron. Of course it would probably scar them for life, but at least their grotesque appearances (for those who would suck at it) just screams, "don't fuck with me." And for an added incentive, the branding iron's design would be that of a penis because nobody wants to have a penis burned into his face.

2. I would also throw different garage tools at them because not every punch is of the same speed or strength.

3. I would dress them up like pixies and send them to an Iraqi war prison so that they can face fear head on and conquer it. Or maybe I could just give them to the soldiers, I hear blond wigs are "in" this time of year.

4. I'd make them face a gorilla on steroids inside an electrified steel cage with barbed wire and spikes. I'd send them as a group and pump them full of steroids too, just to make sure they don't wuss out and get themselves killed. I'd tell them I had the gorilla rape their mothers (and then later their dads), just to get their roid rage going.

5. I'd hold tea parties, just to make sure they don't go totally nuts.

Saddam Hussein is a real life Dr. Doom

2009-01-09T13:09:00.000-08:00

Just as the emerald clad villain ruled over Latveria, as did Hussein with Iraq. Now, these self-styled "protectors of truth and justice" have executed him, and Iraq is in a state of confusion. If it was a hellhole before, it should be bedlam by now thanks to our mighty heroes.

It should, but isn't.

You're hungry and probably without a roof to stand under, and there are assholes with guns who get rations. Iraq may have lost a heartless dictator, but the world also lost a brilliant tactician and strategist. He has did what every other world leader during his time could only could dream they could do, literally have your own country.

A toast to "Dr. Doom," may he always remind us of how evil each and every one of us could become.

Menstrual Cycles in Men

2009-01-06T04:52:00.000-08:00

Yes, you read it right. Men go through almost the same ups-and-downs women go through too, and even have up to four different cycles.

The first one comes in the form of a cycle that goes for 3-4 times an hour. There is a pump of testosterone in men every fifteen minutes, which explains why we're always horny. The second one is composed of fluctuations in the morning, which explains why we love sex during mornings.

The third is the monthly cycle that we share with women. This explains why sometimes we become like prissy little cunts and because of this are told by our friends to, "stop being such a vagina." We could answer, "It's okay, it's just my cycle," but that will only garner even more wisecracks about our sexuality. Maybe that explains my affinity for watching "90210." Then again, maybe not.

The fourth one is where males have higher testosterone levels in October and lower levels in April. This is why summer romances exist, and why most babies are formed towards the end of the year.

Why all the fuss over these meaningless details? Male cycles are barely detectable, but they still exist. The point is, we will always be slaves to something, be it our compulsions, our desires and in this case, our bodily functions.

Begin Transmission

2009-01-04T11:08:00.000-08:00

That's it, let it all out. Let the waterworks flow, get it out of your system. Are you finished? Now we can begin.

If I divide by zero does the universe implode?
If I drain these walls of years of insane banter what then will make me worse?
Is there a whole totality to all of this?

Humanity, in its quest to reach its peak, has created several ways to destroy itself and oftentimes congratulates itself for it. First we destroy our houses, then our schools, our jobs and when we have destroyed everything in our path, we destroy our spirits. We destroy each other in so many ways, some like a saccharine tasting wine while some, a brutal yet intense connection. And of course being the theatrical beings that we are, let everything build up while our eyes are closed. We let ourselves get comfortable in our own skin first. And once everything has settled and the guarding eye becomes complacent, we destroy ourselves with one fell swoop.

We cut off each others wings and laugh at each others bloody backs, all of us smiling as we do. We spray each others eyes with acid and push ourselves into brick walls. We smash our own faces, whether we do it ourselves or with a little help from others. We destroy that we detest, and become monsters ourselves in the process.

Look.

An airplane your on flying on's right engine has burst into flames. a quick gust of wind slaps your face, and all you see are bits and pieces of what used to be the airplane's interior flying in front of you. People are being sucked into what seems like a hole in the wall. You see the expressions on their faces and hear their screams as they soar through the air. You notice a relative hanging onto your seat, with his or her weight slowly pulling your seat into the rip in the airplane. All this in under five seconds. What do you do?