I’m just a lonely shit, and all I do is smoke, get fat, drink cheap, sediment-ridden wine, take my antidepressants, drink my cough syrup and trip on a downer now and then. I live in a lonely, shitty apartment in an overcrowded neighborhood where the traffic flits around like mosquitoes; where people have lives and […]

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I’ve heard that he’s now a madman with a theological bend; a disenchanted, raging lunatic who incessantly posts confessionals on Facebook. His black and white, borderline obsession with God crippled him, and now, he’s unstable, and clamors for a like just like a beggar harassing some passerby for change. And once one of his statuses […]

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Some Season

Hey you. Don’t these woods have this strange, dreamy, whimsical allure? The season between Spring and Autumn has an odd eccentricity to it. A strange electricity permeates, and the roots, leaves, and branches ask us to lose ourselves, but also hold back. The air is pungent, but still crisp and fresh. This season has both […]

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I was reading Thich Nhat Hanh this morning because Christianity never worked for me and I can’t grasp the essence of Hinduism. I was reading his exposition of the four noble truths and the eightfold path. I was reading him because the positive existentialism of Viktor Frankl only gave me momentary catharsis, and nihilism is […]

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I was drinking whiskey and smoking cigarette after cigarette in this lounge bar the other day. I didn’t pay any heed to the grotesque images on the packs. I already have corroded lungs with nicotine deposits that look like Styrofoam when you look at the X-rays. In a few years, they’ll be a deeper shade […]

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I used to attend a Reformed Church filled with stiff-backed saints who were self-righteous in both appearance and demeanour. The Pastor would holler from the pulpit, week after week: “God’s curse is on this wicked and despicable generation who believes it’s okay for a man and another man to come together in unholy union!” And […]

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Clinkers of despair

The moon with her muted, ashen light partially illuminates my path, filled with clinkers of despair and hankering – an off-time, off-tune sequence with a murderous coda. I pass withered Jacarandas, hoping that I’ll find you after this battered car or after walking past the smog that coats the splintered sidewalks. I look yonder and […]

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