Confusion, always this confusion, this search for the impossible, this obsession that does not abate, this pain caused by a million microscopically tiny daggers digging their way towards my heart. Yes, dramatic choice of words to describe the suffering of a dying heart, yet also accurate, the constriction in my chest, a heart attack so [...]
April 19, 2009
Categories: Fail, Hate, Imbeciles, Rubbish, Writing . . Author: Emiru . Comments: 12 Comments
I had a dream, a wonderful dream of visions; visions of things past, present and future, different from reality, so enchanting, beautiful and wondrous. I was I which was not I, not trapped in this body, this prison of flesh and thought and torments of sickness and vile lust. In the dream, I cut my [...]
April 12, 2009
Categories: Azathoth, Fail, Misanthropy, Philosophy, Religion, Rubbish, Unexplained, Writing . Tags: crap, insanity, insignificance, nuttery, utter fail . Author: Emiru . Comments: Leave a Comment
The first attack occurred in the early morning hours. People were sipping tea in the restaurant of the Machete Hotel and having casual conversations regarding whatever was on their feeble minds, when the ground seemed to shake and the tea in their cups broke free of its bondage. As the tea cups & glasses spilled [...]
March 9, 2009
Categories: Fail, Horror, Rubbish, Writing . . Author: Emiru . Comments: 1 Comment
It seems indeed misfortune has once again fallen upon me; comments left by a Christian deviator. Three comments were left by this delusional soul, de-linked from the matrices of reality they roam:
It seems to me that if you are going to make such statements about Christianity, you should do your homework first. God made [...]
May 28, 2008
Categories: Christianity, Fail, Religion, Writing . . Author: Emiru . Comments: Leave a Comment
Life… stretches ahead of us, ugly and misshaped, a grotesque deformed gorilla baby with legs growing out of its rectum. The skin so hairless and lacking any detail, just a dark and rough skin, underneath which hides that frightening brown flesh… threads woven densely, impossible to cut into even by the most advanced sharp knives [...]
March 7, 2008
Categories: Fail, Hate, Imbeciles, News, Politics, Religion, Rubbish, Writing . . Author: Emiru . Comments: Leave a Comment
Speaking of dreams, last night I had a nice vivid dream, one of those long ones that seem like they are different dreams woven together. It found myself on a field by a muddy slope down towards a stream. It’s one of those local streams that have no real names, but everyone just call it [...]
February 10, 2008
Categories: Fail, Rubbish, Writing . . Author: Emiru . Comments: Leave a Comment
There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused, and my utter indifference to it, I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for [...]
February 5, 2008
Categories: Fail, Hate, Imbeciles, Rubbish, Writing . . Author: Emiru . Comments: Leave a Comment
This story is utter shite.
January 22, 2008
Categories: Fail, Hate, Imbeciles, Rubbish, Writing . . Author: Emiru . Comments: Leave a Comment
“Life is like watching TV”, a person once said, “a rubbish channel full of unendurable sitcoms and saturated with commercials blipping by every twenty seconds. You cannot record it to a tape or a DVD; you can’t fast forward or skip any segments. You have to endure it all. But at the end of the [...]
January 13, 2008
Categories: Fail, Hate, Philosophy, Politics, Rubbish, Writing . . Author: Emiru . Comments: Leave a Comment
When deciding what to write, it’s important to sit down and contemplate what one really wants to have said. I find this very difficult, because there is nothing I want to have said, there is nothing I want to have done other than humanity completely eliminated. Consequently, finding a subject which to treat is exceedingly [...]
January 10, 2008
Categories: Fail, Hate, Philosophy, Sex, Writing . . Author: Emiru . Comments: Leave a Comment