If the killing is allowed to go on, the world will be littered with dead bodies. Every where you go, there will be markings on the ground, symbolizing a skeleton is lying underneath the very grounds you are standing on.
After all, we are treading on the dead. The fossilized bodies of dinosaurs, the minerals of organic life and powdered skeletons of stone. The dead lies below the earth, the living walks upon it.
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We are the robots of the empire
We are programmed to make money
Manufactured by the factory system
We are identical dispensable beings
Made to serve the wills of our Masters
We are the nation of robots
We have no opinions
We are made this way
So our masters will stay in power forever.
By Pingo
I changed the format of the page to make navigation through my blog easier for everyone.
Hope you like it.
A wild beast lurks in the forest, it has gone hungry the past few days. He camouflages himself in the bushes, waiting to pounce when time is ripe. Its previous attempts to capture its prey were met in vain. He waits and waits for the moment to come.
The nymph of the forest called out to him, “Aren’t you hungry for a meal?… I have plenty of flesh here for you.” His hunger controlled his mind as he raced through the forest towards the direction of her flowing sweet voice. He rested beneath a tree as he peered out into the open lake, it was dawn and the moon was clearly reflected on the surface of the still waters.
The nymph rose out of the waters after sensing his presence, her long flowing hair covered her naked body as her tender skin glowed under the moonlight. He salivated, laying his eyes on the feast presented in front of him. He could not control his desire, he wanted to sink his teeth into her soft flesh and feel the warm blood dissolve through his throat. He came out of his hiding place and walked cautiously towards the lake, his mind filled with desire to consume her.
“You can consume my naked body, just come closer to me.” She smiled with a hint of seduction. He walked closer towards the lake… all ready to consume his meal.
—–to be continued.
Thats me and my bass guitar, Candy.
Nutjobber said…
My life is a dank pit of darkness from which there is no escape but for the encouraging thoughts of suicide…and though self-mutilation is most certainly in my future, have you guys seen the new HP laptop?
It’s crazy awesome!
Veronica said…
Oh my fucking god.
She writes alot, but doesn’t really say anything. I am having a really hard time reading rather than skimming.
mistercrowley said…
xBox, dude, this isn’t half as bad as what I used to write at some point, many years ago. Then I read some Sylvia Plath and realised that maybe there was a reason she killed herself.
prayingtodarwin said…
This is the funniest blog I’ve read all week!!! Wait, what do you mean it’s not a humor blog? Then why am I laughing so hard???
Averal: I am going to hide in my dark pit of darkness right about now.
I got so seriously owned by The Bitter Mistress:
You know what I hate more than breaking a chip in the salsa? More than mechanics who think I need help filling a tire? More than the fact that the fat bastard that lives above me takes his morning shower at the EXACT SAME TIME as me, thereby using all of the hot water? Emo feminist bloggers who only have one or two posts on each page. Way to ensure that I’ll never read your missives about consumerism, love, the service industry, or stress again. Oh and how about a blog post that’s one big, fucking giant ad? I don’t care if you’re goddamn Mark Twain with a vagina, I despise one-post-per-page blogs and ad-like posts. I hate how this blog is nearly impossible to navigate due to the fact that, even if I had the desire to click “older posts,” it took me 20 minutes to figure out how to get to the home page (click on her name). I hate this blog so hard right now. I hate that I’m missing I Love the New Millennium: 2002 to write about how much I hate this blog.
The writing? It’s obtuse and pretentious only in the way a 20-year-old with “thoughts” can be, with only the fear of my cats eating my face off to prevent me from stabbing myself in the eyes repeatedly until I’m dead after reading them. Her posts are grammatically correct, but that’s about the only visceral response to them that I can muster. Maybe I’m old and jaded, but I just can’t get excited about 2 dozen posts that essentially boil down to “OMG, who am I? Where am I going? Why is the world fucked up? Get a free computer!” I’m not trying to be mean, but these are thoughts that every college kid has before they are brutally crushed by the weight of the real world. Yawn.
The blog design is nothing special, I’ve seen it used several times before, so the bottom half navigation thing doesn’t blow me away like it did 2 years ago when I first saw it. It’s minimalist, even a little beautiful, and I’d like it a lot more if post navigation wasn’t such a goddamn clusterfuck.
Your blog, therefore you’re introspective and cool. You’re cultured and worldly and you obviously have every right to besmirch the web with your crap. Uh, not really, poseur.
Resubmit when you graduate and start working a soul-crushing office job where everyone’s sleeping with each other and your cube neighbor has chronic flatulence.
Averal: I was fucking torn apart by Ask and Ye Shall Recieve
A machinery moves in an automated system. It runs like a clock, in fact, it is trying to beat the clock to produce faster and faster. Churning out goods at a rapid rate to meet the demand from the suppliers.
The employees working in an Multi National Corporation (MNC) are just tools of a machinery system. They are delegated specific functions in their respective departments. They work around the clock, the employees in the USA are working in the day while the employees in India work while they are asleep. Everything is part of a big automated system that ensures profitability of the stock holders.
Everyone is becoming part of the system, each one of us contribute to a bigger objective. Tall buildings dominate the landscape while workers scurry like ants on the ground level. CEOs play golf while entertaining prospective clients. Money is the bottomline. If it brings in profits, we will start production of the goods and services to the masses.
We are just dispensable tools of a system. You can be fired and replaced anytime. Unless, unless… you decide to control the system and stop running in the race like everyone else.
Averal Lim is a Business Undergraduate who examines the consequences of economy on the people that traps them in an invisible race for a “greater being”.
