Friday, 10 March 2017

Omniverse



























A mass murder of character in the iOs era and blood thirst judgement.
Prolongation of the mankind I’ve been questioning since the first separation of my parents. Any civilisation has to exterminate, cut down or kill anything to stands in its way.

A pessimistic spirit came down in Friday morning in mourn.

I am writing this in Friday, whilst society proclaims the mental processes leads to harmony. How can I replenish the earth and subdue it? according to the Genesis 28.

Science could have sustained the good relation with nature, I failed not so long ago, intellectual is a bias.
My sincere apology for posting this sombre writings. Nevertheless, I might have twins that came in metaphysical way. I have to be thankful for buying myself this book last year. Thank you self, perhaps you could make-one-self in literal this time like you did in junior high.


Hail Sun Ra! I am glad for your presence in this peevish time though like Peeves the ghost that struck fear by J.K. Rowling.

Physical cosmology context of nonsense and the indescribable cosmic twist.

Friday, 3 March 2017

Forecasting Future Failure

I glitter my life in malice
Pimple clogging the earth in peril
Mother earth growing zitsy flowers
Terry Jones is younger each and every day
Wild flowers inside my nostril
Flora Fauna in the thorny blanket

Sasquatch catching never ending
Cemetery soil flying above the head
Nearly headless Nick such a greatest form of ghost

Future Failure

Wednesday, 15 February 2017

Enter at your own peril

The most woebegone and morose memories in the uncanny night of July. Became a fool with a pint of Ale, in fortuitous I had something I can't rationalise for a naive 27 years Jellyfish.

In the uncanny night I was in a pub with a Jackal, an ale or two we had after a month away from each other. Reluctantly, I put my eyes on Jackal's iPhone screen, the hollow muscular shuts off, spine shuddered and turns my skin pale like a vampire. I looked for something – anything that might alleviate my idle brain. I simply can't whilst my sore feet punching too.

Soon I discovered my life went upside down. I knew and aware that I have risked inquisition towards a lurking taboo, againts my own edict, something ghastly that I accept in a very poetic way.

However, I was out of my depth. They were lots of vocabulary, incomprehensive phrases and references I never encountered before. I forced myself a week or two, eventually I did not survive. I gave myself up, I cried for on hundred days. But I am happy I had not become someone else.

I enter the adulthood at my on peril; I was exposed for the very first time. How to withstand the adult? possesed by glutonny and desires. My inner child jinxed my pre-adolescence curse of the macabre and wit of the peril life. The rest of the days was filled in incesant rhythm of tiring breath.

In the space of disconsolate rainbows, an imperceptible whisper of my inner child summon me, punch me hard on my face. I was wolf down the junk of violence of adolescent in credulous.

The psyche was not satisfy with this banquet of elegant horror. Nestled within ridiculous ambience, there was the time I introduced to the cruel universe of maturity, whilst it seems like a faithful duty in the beginning but it is not, I resigned myself. With responsibility, I am not intended to conjure image of an odd in this mother earth, only hints of characters of unspeakable powers, a construction.

Whilst life remains mystery, though some of those experience or dreams I can't recall. Psyche is disturbed in dark and frightened. Not a prolific mature but a certified adult in this corrupted country.

Very well, my dear, farewell.
   


I am a perpetual kid but the suspense is terrible, everlasting I dear.

Sunday, 1 January 2017

Metaphysical Harmony of Nonsense

Someone from Kyoto once asked me, what will I get for my birthday this year? a chance to see into the future? or a reminder of the imperfect past?

Not a single clairvoyants nor oracles can tell me when is my time to hit into the veil. What is beyond the veil if I may ask? And what makes the biological expiration dates became the ultimate deadlines?

Somewhere sometimes, unconsciously conscious. All I can think about is the future failure, performing the past to reclaim future.

I was born to be a jellyfish they said, he was born to be a jackal, then you are the moose. You suppose to live in the forest whilst the deep blue sea is my home. Just before you draw your terminal breath please face the curtains with no bow.

Jelly knows no biological expiration dates, we are trapped in this jolly rotten cosmic eternally.

Krazy Kosmic Klairvoyance Klosure.

All is well, sir not a seer. Do not eat the jelly if you happen to swim in the sea. Happy new tear 2017!

Saturday, 31 December 2016

once in the blue moon the sky was blue with a few wispy clouds in the past



Once in a blue moon we had a chance to be fine bygone, like the father unknown in the humid weather.

All you can do is write a song for that plutonian chowder baby. Fare thee well. The vessel is drowning. S.O.S.

Tuesday, 8 November 2016

I can't wait to go to sleep and dream again.

Thursday, 3 November 2016

Purple Doomed Oyster

At my own peril, I suffer dark curse for unauthorised permit to the autumn. What kind of autumn that we have in this tropical place?

I heard bells toll slow and solemn, ringing their dirges into fetid humid air of this island.

A sombre procession marches on, refusing to acknowledge the heat.

Bethink oneself of childhood wound, I refused to arise.

They were absent on three consecutive months.

I walk towards the galaxy of freckles, log that I put in bedside table and reminisce the dreams I have encountered.

At my own peril, I suffer dark curse for unauthorised permit to the spring.

The ghastly and the gnawing sense. They put themselves into my rucksack.

Whilst the moonbeam helps to banish the sombre time, Vermin Cat appears and attack me with her mucky claws.


Simply I wish to resurrect the the springtime. The purple doomed oyster said wait until the clock round and round again.

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

Sunday, 11 September 2016

infernal diatribe

Infernal diatribe maternal lice tripe
Ineffable curse of dingbats kerning
Stinging chitterlings of Pluto mutton chowder
Eye of rabbit whore undoing the chores
What do you call the space between letters?


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Wednesday, 24 August 2016

I wish you a terrible evening