Show me your snowflake and I’ll tell you who you are. I walk to the subway today to find out the train is not running well, so I end up walking down twenty blocks to catch the express train which is crowded, of course, since subways are not running well. I was supposed not to…
I’ve come to this. The spider in my brain is pushing me to the edge, and I need a way out. I can’t drink. I can’t use. I’m angry. Tired. All the frustration I kept bottled up for months is oozing back like pus to the surface, and I find it disgusting. If there was…
I like this song by William Fitzsimmons. I listen to it all the time when I’m at work. So soothing. I always switch between crazy-hardcore-metal-grunge-techno-music-that-makes-you-deaf-if-you-stand-too-close-to-the-speaker and ultra-soothing-put-me-to-sleep-lullabies because I enjoy my extremes, what else can I say? There’s never a middle ground with me. Like my friend asked me to go for a walk, and…
Blue finger nails, looking electric in the winter cold. I’m awaiting the change of season, eager to drop my coat and finally stop shivering at every street corner when the wind blows so hard it makes me fly instead of walking. How long has it been? Years since I’ve felt the warm sunlight on my…
There’s a spider in my brain. It eats and crawls through all the cells and drives me completely insane. I hate spiders. How did this one get stuck in there? Maybe it was always there, and I never took a close look at it because I was too busy throwing a pity party for myself.…
This time change is killing me. Heck, I love to exit work at night and enjoy a little bit more of daylight, but honestly, my mornings are rough. I’m crawling out of bed, pushing the snooze button until my guilty conscience tells me to get the eff up and jump in the shower, which I…
It has come to this. A weird rainy afternoon, with my purple rainboots, walking across puddles, not even protecting myself with an umbrella. But why do I need an umbrella if the hood of my coat is big enough to shield me from the rain? I guess if I had an umbrella, I could poke…
Why am I up, checking my phone at 3 am? I always wake up around that time. Then I usually go back to bed and finally fall right back asleep just to slam the snooze button twenty minutes later with a grunt that would scare any other living being in the apartment – my cat…
I am writing about this girl who seeks a way out of her own insanity by escaping into this evil parallel universe after eating a psychedelic chocolate… Volume 1 was quite easy to put together, but Volume 2 feels like a drag. Ugh, I just want to focus on something else right now and my…
Why dance? Why sing? Why read? Why ride a bicycle? Why pet a dog? Why play football? Why blog? I heard that question once from someone I thought would understand, yet, it appears that person didn’t have a clue. It’s okay. Not everyone is supposed to understand what goes through my head. The answer is…
The Manicheans 