Torment

I’ve been single, alone, but I never felt THIS lonely.

Tommorroww your ded

Do you still know how to write? You, and your once torrid affair with words, what have you become? How long have you been resting in that graveyard of decaying imagination and lifeless inspiration? Why can’t you finish a basic press release? What’s so taxing about writing the what-where-when of a concert that means nothing to you, that it’s been three days since you started writing it?

Are you suffering a rare writer’s dementia that you’re starting to lose things that were once lodged deeply within your soul?

Have you lost everything…even basic sintax end spelling? Your out of your mine, arent you.? Start saying good by now. Tommorrow, youll forgot dot you wear ones a righter. Tommorroww, every ting else wheel banish. Gun. Yew cloze you’re ice end every ting dyes end drops dead. Nuthing else exsists butt you.

Dementia. Solipsism.

*Evil* Lilith re-emerges

Eons ago, I didn’t care much about morals, not to mention respect for other people’s emotion.

Intoxication. Riot. Rebellion.

Thank God I was able to head towards a better path.

Lately though, that monster from the past is starting to re-emerge…and it can be quite frightening.

Right now, that monster is coaxing me to choose a dark path. It’s a pretty exciting path, actually. But people will get hurt. So I’m gathering all my might just to ignore that temptation.

For now, I’m savoring bits of it. Tomorrow, it should be out of my mind. I hope so.

For now, Anne Sexton’s words will keep me company.

The Kiss

My mouth blooms like a cut.
I’ve been wronged all year, tedious
nights, nothing but rough elbows in them
and delicate boxes of Kleenex calling crybaby
crybaby , you fool!

Before today my body was useless.
Now it’s tearing at its square corners.
It’s tearing old Mary’s garments off, knot by knot
and see — Now it’s shot full of these electric bolts.
Zing! A resurrection!

Once it was a boat, quite wooden
and with no business, no salt water under it
and in need of some paint. It was no more
than a group of boards. But you hoisted her, rigged her.
She’s been elected.

My nerves are turned on. I hear them like
musical instruments. Where there was silence
the drums, the strings are incurably playing. You did this.
Pure genius at work. Darling, the composer has stepped
into fire.

Makeover

I’ve done renovating my blog. It’s inspired, I guess, by my current addiction to the Facebook web-based game Vampire Wars.

The theme/title is also very apt because “Lilith,” after all, is a midnight stalker…a vampire of sorts.

I’m hoping this new layout could inspire me to blog more often in the future.

But for now, I’m gonna sleep.

Back to my coffin.

Bye for now.

I’ll be dreaming about haunting you.

boring new layout

ok…changed the theme to shake things up a bit around here.

i shouldn’t have changed my layout… i can’t undo it though. i’ll improve it when i have time.

back to Vampire Wars.

Just saw Manny Pacquiao over at TMZ(tv). The cute blond guy used Manny’s moniker “People’s Champ” and the usually snarky staff gave Manny enough respect. Still proud, even if it was just TMZ.
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I’m currently addicted, ADDICTED to Facebook’s web-based game Vampire Wars. The game may seem corny (with it being just text-based and all), but it effectively takes my mind off the fact that I sometimes feel like I really have nothing to live for.
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Sometimes I wish I had a personalized Google in my brain. That way I could easily search my memories everytime I forget something.

(WordPress.com Gadget)

WordPress mobile!

Wow! Just discovered I could blog with just my mobile phone!
Anyways, I’m just web surfing with this phone cuz I’m having trouble sleeping. I don’t know what’s keeping me up..I’m guessing it’s cuz tomorrow (or a few hours later) is the first day of work after Holy Week. But I honestly don’t think that’s it…

Have you ever felt like you were (painfully) longing for someone, but you just couldn’t figure out who that someone is?

LSS

Radiohead’s “Jigsaw Falling into Place” is playing on a loop in my head. I ♥ Radiohead, I ♥ Thom Yorke, I ♥ the lyrics in most of their songs…and mostly I ♥ songs that remind me of YOU.

Just as you take my hand
Just as you write my number down
Just as the drinks arrive
Just as they play your favourite song
As the magic disappears
No longer wound up like a spring
Before you’ve had too much
Come back and focus again
The walls abandon shape
You’ve got a cheshire cat grin
All blurring into one
This place is on a mission
Before the night owl
Before the animal noises
Closed circuit cameras
Before you’re comatose

Before you run away from me
Before you’re lost between the notes
The beat goes round and round
The beat goes round and round
I never really got there
I just pretended that I had
What’s the point of instruments
Words are a sawed off shotgun
Come on and let it out
Come on and let it out
Come on and let it out
Come on and let it out
Before you run away from me
Before you’re lost between the notes
Just as you take the mic
Just as you dance, dance, dance

Jigsaw falling into place
There is nothing to explain
Regard each other as you pass
She looks back, you look back
Not just once
Not just twice
Wish away the nightmare
Wish away the nightmare
You’ve got a light you can feel it on your back
You’ve got a light you can feel it on your back
Jigsaws falling into place

Overdressed for a disaster party

Have you ever felt, at certain occasions, that you arrived overdressed for a disaster – a humiliation perhaps, a heart-break, or an epic fail? Then you’d end up feeling like you’re one big bungling joke in flashy clothing…

Who’s watching us?

You know that fat ugly bastard who secretly rubs his dick against women’s asses in crowded places? That brown-nosing motherfucker who proudly high fives the boss after successfully finishing the dirty (read: illegal) work for him? That same retard who thinks no one’s looking every time he slips money (from the cashier) into his pocket, then re-tallies (and makes magic with) the computation so he won’t get caught? I bet you know him, right?