There Are No Fucking Answers

It didn't matter what others thought about him. He knew and understood this fact. But somehow, deep down, he felt it did matter and this matter, though it ought to be swatted away like an irksome, ugly fly, bothered him to some extent. After all, how could he get rid of the deep, deep evolutionary … Continue reading There Are No Fucking Answers

The Fucking Pointlessness of it All

As far as he could say, there was no fucking point in doing anything at all. Hoping for self-righteous fucks to chide him with claims of the 'divinity', 'sacredness' and 'purity' of life, he thought his life so far had definitely been worth living for, seeing as he had been lucky in experiencing pleasure that … Continue reading The Fucking Pointlessness of it All

Among All, Cannabis Stands Tall

The man closed his eyes, wishing never to open them again. He felt as if small knives, with their small pointy ends, were having a go at him, somewhere near his chest region. He refused to cry, and the tears obliged accordingly, retreating back inside as if chided for making an uncalled-for appearance. He was … Continue reading Among All, Cannabis Stands Tall

Complex Systems and Complex People

The sense of calm enveloped him like a crooning lover. It felt like..being balanced, homeostasis. He had finally reached equilibrium, the mode of being where focus, attention and being in a state of flow was all that mattered. Bedeviled by distractions on all sides, he felt as if his sense of attention had become blunt, … Continue reading Complex Systems and Complex People

The Heart is Racing, It Keeps on Repeating

Three hearty swigs of freshly brewed beer later, Mr. Well reckoned that another couple of hearty swigs of beer were in order. He didn't drink often, preferring to let his body recover for days and weeks at a time before the next swig of beers. Mr. Well liked mind-altering substances and his preferred choices were … Continue reading The Heart is Racing, It Keeps on Repeating

Baby, I’m Addicted, I’m Out of Control

He had finally lost control. The thoughts had refused to go away. It had begun a few minutes after he had woken up. His sleep was much better than last night. He had dreamt, finally. After a long, long time. Maybe a few months. He couldn't understand what the trigger had been. Or maybe there … Continue reading Baby, I’m Addicted, I’m Out of Control

Everything is Fucked, Everybody Sucks

Mr. Well woke up in a slight daze. For the past month or so, he hadn't been able to wake up with the usual spring in his step. A feeling of heaviness remained in his head well after an hour of waking up, the result being that he only felt completely awake, after a full … Continue reading Everything is Fucked, Everybody Sucks

The Death of Mr. Sins

For a long, long time, Mr. Sins stared, at nothing in particular. He had begun the year in spectacular fashion. For a full two months he had continued, day after day, visualizing the time when he would be frolicking along a quaint coastal bed, hand in hand with the partner of his dreams. Three days … Continue reading The Death of Mr. Sins

The Joys of Mind Control

He woke up with a start. He was much earlier than usual. He didn't know why. On a normal day he would wake up at eight or nine. It was five a.m today. He felt as if his internal system was trying to beckon him towards something, which he seemingly had to find out, as … Continue reading The Joys of Mind Control

The Life Of Hearts

One cold, gloomy, overcast morning, over a cup of freshly brewed coffee, an Ethiopian blend which he had procured from an import house, Sins could suddenly, crystal clearly remember the entirety of the life he had led for the past four years. He could see every individual he had met and every circumstance from the … Continue reading The Life Of Hearts