P-chan's messy head
Sometimes it feels like an itch you can’t scratch. When lost, I think about my guru, who talks truth and sense. I think about my godfather, who encourages me to do the right thing, and I think about my priest, who forgives me for my mistakes. What more does a woman need? The tickle is Read More …
It seems this summer is treating me with a whiff of autumn, and deep inside, I love people’s repetitive complaints; I love it sincerely. Autumn is more evident back home. The trees are confused; they shake off leaves with indecisiveness, indicating a spoon full of indifference. And this is it. Nothing really matters. I took Read More …
My all-time favourite god has three sons, and sometimes I wonder which one I would date. Zeus strikes me as a jock, so I’d rather not. Besides, he is the manwhore that impregnates everything that moves. Poseidon abandons you after a one-night-stand. And there is Hades, who gets the leftovers of what is no longer Read More …
Time and memory don’t ever digest in mind; it’s only perception that filters and cleanses them when ready. I can’t help but remember specific details clearly. It’s not that my mind sees what it wants to see. Once it sees the truth, I feel like death – a state of mind that you won’t ever Read More …
My appetite is terrible today and was yesterday too. That’s good, though. On the other hand, I’m not sure if it’s smoking; I’ve grown a bit attached to it. I used to gain comfort from a body, and now the comfort is inside some skin that holds tobacco together. The only difference is that there Read More …
