#10/20/24


the preschool i went to forced kids to perform something at the theatre every end of semester.
the audience were crowd of parents. benevolent yet unfamiliar deities.
i mostly had no idea what i was doing at the stage.
i still don;t.

whoever named the past past lied.

evil breeds itself by cutting itself into half.
this used to be painful process but today with the aid of tech
it is no longer that unbearable. so start a new family today, mr and ms evil! we await for your adorable twins.


hide behind hoover dam all day
it won't withstand your loser tears. haHA!

if roko's basilisk is cognitohazard "you lost the game" must be somewhere around cognitoannoyance
soz for both of that

you sleep with a letter in your chest every night just to amuse the chance of angels reading it.

the more gray area there is, the more understandable the photo is.

son inhales dying father's last breathe to carry on his soul. like a portable mentor.


#8/12/24


i have a small punching bag hanging around the door. usually i punch it, sometimes i hug it.

how long till it grows a leg and runs away


#8/4/24

subterranean


this word always leaves me a puckery aftertaste. an "aftertaste" of civilization that now only lie ruined in subterranean green hell.

fil


i see a penguin adjusted to leftward.

fear


fear is one thing that seem bigger when seen from afar.

i enjoyed O. now i shall look for something akin to O.


0oㅇ@。◯
i've enjoyed these, yet not to the extent of thrill i felt when i've initially discovered O.

cake


when possible, digging inward in lieu of leaping slice to slice barely connected by vague sporadic interest burst is more rewarding and inspiring.


#6/28/24


tidbits regarding animal crossing wild world
manipulating hardware time to trigger certain event is one of the layman cheats. this is called 'time sleep' in my country. i don't know the etymology behind this. perhaps people imagined their character hibernating during the the period of skipped time, as waking up is first thing you do when you return.

anyways this often causes abundance of weed and even rafflesia to grow.
the town residents will treat you as some sort of lost and found.
the sky is dim in the upper screen.
this whole state of town makes me feel bitter. and inspires/reminds various cliche tales of a hero who've made grand return to homeground only to find a ruin. old buds gone with the wind, elders dead. it is odd to feel such sentiment in a place like this.

sometimes a villager wants you to do a simple earrand. when you accept the chore and neglect it, the villager who've asked you is now bound to your town. this simple but effective method of keeping favored ones in town is called "slave contract" in my country.
i do not know why it gained so much of a visceral term, but it is what it is.

i was quite immersed in the game as a child but i did not use this method.
the fact that, the very thing villager trusted me with is what chains them down to my land in eternity was a jarring thought.


the town gate used to unnerve me with it's wide open mouth.
i couldn't help but to imagine all sorts of monsterous entity eager to bust out of that gate. only two pups with helms and spear protecting us.

whenever my character open a door and enter somewhere, a slight gap brimming with pure light or darkness is seen.
i used to keep my eyes on these. i thought these 'gaps' were separate places, detatched from 'here' and 'there'.


#6/15/24


have you ever witnessed something fall or move seemingly without any noticeable intervention ? whenever such happenings take place, i think to myself
" so this is how the world used to change. "


#5/19/24


motorista of majesty's mechanical chariot punishes his good for nothing steeds, lickety split! gyre of crowds too sluggish to make way for one and only.
he thinks, square is full of lowly. wonder if had the king ordered circle to be built, would there exist less corners for fools to dwell?
/
waning gibbous. tells all her admirers to leave her presence. this request remains in vain however, as the watchers are too attracted to her short lasting existence in particular.
had the jewel shined forever, it would've brought envy of duchesses. yes, those who resides in thousand palace shrouded by irredeemable night mist.
in lieu, there comes wave of gasps and worrisome stares. finally her visage snaps into half. now only her smiling side is visible. golly good.
/
the old dictum of dog eat dog world. grab your glamor shots before your days come to halt. as mutts do not have an appetite for photography.
no such need for lamination, your lament has already laced the piece with indigestible bitter flavor. do not balk at the idea of it.

you can bark all you want however.


#4/27/24


the thoughts we receive from media are "dead". it may appear to be advancing with time and we could call that a movement, but it'd be like staring at set of bones going through an evolution.

it is static and solid unlike how they were inside the thinker's mind. and it may continue to clog our head like a sneaky pile of corpse they are.

but brief reminder : it is always possible to reanimate them with your own wits, in your own nest

even if you may just end up creating a zombie, clone, homunculus of some sort.
starting point of genuine interest or sense of joy still lies within the process.

besides, that's one less corpse numbing your mind. now that it's alive and standing in two feet, you can kick em out to streets of cairo, or let it thrive under your roof for bit. tuck it into decent bed and say goodnight to it every night.

one day it may grow up to be a fine young thought, a new sort of thought that is, truly your child.


#4/19/24


i imagined a poor scientist who had accidentally slowed down his time. his wooden shed lab broken down, then found, then renovated as exhibition (including himself) all happened in one blink.

thankfully his lab buddies had not given up on him, time accelerator-doohickey was invented. however due to the amount of resource it consumes (and how fast it fizzles out) it can only be activated once every few decades when the sufficient fund for it is accumulated.

countless pennies thrown in by kids to watch it go spin down the coin collector. all part of the fund. during the five minutes of normalcy the scientist studies as usual, perhaps seeking to undo his condition, or rather.. get used to it.


#2/28/24


i have an impression that creatives gets milder over time. their essence that defined their work weakens or strays away after enough time. to counter this most focuses on refining their craft to further degree. although that approach might've contributed to losing their inherent charm in the first place. less rough edges mean it's harder to scratch someone's back
i've already lost fair amount of edge. i don't want to lose more


#10/27/23


i had the chance to take a nap deep below the subterranean parking lot of a luxurious mall. i felt alot smaller than the usual.
high pitched screeches were caused by violent contact of harsh tire tribe and slick epoxy floor tribe. the war is constant as the four wheeled continents move and take turns.
the air quality was substandard, even with the helping hand of modern technology it is just not feasible to make the air pleasant in the underworld.
overall it was comfortable.


#10/16/2023 regret is born


dear mother.
i hear your child begun to move.
another brother of the past that will bother you till last
two more feet you lead, the more you feel defeat.
when the dinners due,
don't serve your nerves.
poison stew is the dish he deserves.

as he always will, linger for more. evermore


#10/4/2023



1. there's a quite peculiar house down the street with only one window
i cannot help but question,then imagine who lies behind that.

at the same time i'd rather like it remain closed.
so many like me can do the same. thousands of odd figures inhabiting one house all behind one window. it's a shame that none has the courage to show up in our lives.


#9/3/2023



sometimes when i close my eye there's a red light in down right side corner of pitch blackness. it soon disappears after i perceive about it.

perhaps it's a portal to scarlet kingdom with warm weather all year. it may host tour spots for holiday seasons
if only it was possible to enter through your own eyes.

in a similar frequency, grainy visuals visits me once in a while.
might be simple SOS signal sent by eyeballs just not decodable for brain.

i know a vast underground stationery store. it's in the process of unintentionally preserving old zeitgeist in form of kitschy notebooks and cheap plastic gadgets that comes with RGB lights that goes off after one sad weekend. can't help but to be filled with awe whenever i visit.


#9/2/2023



i suppose you might've noticed the pause before walking down the crosswalk. due to our detachment between perception and action it is near impossible to act right away when the light turns green, thus causing the pause. i find it quite humane.

/i was bitten by mosquito. every second the bit part of the skin glow in red. it was visual indicator of my heartbeat. probably the best thing such a pest can present.