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Cut yourself loose from the manic day
20 Sep, 2016 09:15
family, education, adolescence, guilt
A fork in the proverbial road and Shambal chooses the way more recently paved and travelled since he’s hoping to meet more chicks. It’s a truth that one cannot ignore that Shambal was once a prolific womaniser. One of the many epitaphs crudely carved into his immense sarcophagus reads Although his flesh wilts, his stillborn progeny plough other pastures. As an aside, the mystery of the tomb persists through the ages and leaks across countless quantum universes. You see, dastardly ...
Please spend your time doing a number of more less satisfying and anti-intellectual activities
13 Aug, 2016 15:48
psychology, cynicism, introversion, happiness, stagnation
I started going to a psychiatrist recently. She prescribed a type of anti-depressant. I cannot recall the exact name, or even the inexact name right now, so I shan’t mention it. The pills have ostensibly been affecting my system, my outlook and my personality in general for approximately two weeks now. Have I noticed any differences? I am not very sure, Mr. Goat. Although a paranoia piquing in my system guesses that the chemical itself denies me the ability to ...
I share my inner rot with my fellow rodents
20 Jul, 2016 13:30
nostailgia, rebirth, reincarnation, consciousness
The female sitting in the seat in front and to my right has a skull. Well, reasonably enough, all female humans have skulls. Let’s not forget rodents. Female rodents also have skulls. The unusuality about the particular skill in front and to the right of me is that it resembles Susie’s skull to an almost disturbing degree. The curvacious lips tip a slightly protruding jaw. Her maw widens and narrows like Susie’s. Being an American human (or rodent - it’s ...
Your pellucid eyes clearly display your recent lobotomy
16 Jul, 2016 15:53
shambal, lycanthropy, relativity
Shambal Brambel sits at his usual table in The Rabbit’s Foot tavern. With his back unassailable, the corner table gives him view of the whole room, even through muddy air bereft of wafting currents. The tavern isn’t particularly large, but somehow cluttered and cramped tables make it appear grander. Bar flies bumble and stagger towards and then away from him. Shambal doesn’t bother to brush them away or even give them a glance. Only the barkeep keeps him company, if ...
The devil snatched away her ovaries
14 Jul, 2016 15:51
ethics, morals, family, relationships, expectations
Ashley pointed out on Facebook: I keep seeing things like, “People shouldn’t be doing (fun thing) when (problem) is happening in the world!” This reasoning essentially chastises anyone who ever does a fun thing, since there are always huge problems in the world. So, no dinner with friends while there’s a refugee crisis. No karaoke while there’s war. No water skiing while there’s poverty. We must solve everything before anyone is allowed a moment of happiness. Since I was a ...
Friction eventually produces a featureless stone
13 Jul, 2016 20:26
relationships, shambal
The other day, while whiling away an hour or so in my brain, I came across the notion that it might be possible the most amicable relationships consist of two humans (or homunculi) who detest their existence outside of the relationship itself. For instance, at one or several points in his existence, Shambal Brambel earned his keep lying for ten hours nine and a third days a lunar week in a septic drain field. He came across this profession after ...
The healing of the hooved one
13 Jul, 2016 20:23
irony, philosophy, goats
The nigger falls from the tree. His abdomen is pierced by a fierce branch of a blackberry shrub. The goat wanders over to nibble the fruit. He nibbles the whole plant from within the nigger. His holy goat-saliva heals the nigger’s wound. They both wander their separate ways - the goat to nibble more and the nigger to the town, to be captured by different coloured niggers and eventually flayed. This proverb illustrates that no matter how arbitrarily benevolent the ...
The flaccid membrane encasing the crone's legs to my left is congealing
28 Jun, 2016 08:26
music, displacement, relationships, creativity, association
Wheels are spinning beneath me once again. I haven’t scribed that line in eons. Sitting on a train, feeling the smooth transition from moment to moment away from a stagnant place and towards one of budding life, gives me hope within a future that is entirely static. Whether this universe is the one I have chosen or (surely) not, my elections have landed me here, gliding on these tracks. In fact, the stagnant place is always behind and the one ...
For those who wish to die, go right ahead
26 Jun, 2016 13:19
music, art, context
The basic premise of this entry is simply that I am able to appreciate a piece of art, especially music, much more if it can be taken out of all social and historical context and still be intrinsically moving / intriguing to me. Get it? I have had many conversations that have touched on this topic in my lifetime. Most happened after the age of twelve or so. I don’t exactly recall the first one, but I can recall one ...
I'll just nail myself to the sinking boat, thank you
6 Jun, 2016 22:14
family, relationships
Today’s Special Consternation (toted by my current girlfriend) is indicative of the striking downfall of large, cohesive families. Yes, as i have mentioned previously, Marisa’s family is monolithic. Only the most distant edges crumble slightly. If her family were a circle, I’d be a point on a plane parallel to it and growing increasingly distant. The line passing through me and Marisa, however, remains. One of her nephews, Alberto, is moving out of the flat that she owns near to ...
Your inner dialogue is spilling into my soup
29 May, 2016 13:31
egoism, ego, language, age
Marisa has a trait that I find in part very amusing but in part extremely worrying. It is simple, but indicates a blight in my eyes fundamentally. We were just talking, as we released dry and practically dry clothing from their castigation hanging from a flimsy drying apparatus, about the english word pugnacious. Admittedly, it is not a word I use very often. The word describes a certain feature of creatures that I do not desire to be around often. ...