"Poison is slowly seeping through my veins
Stealing the only dignity in me…"
— Epica, "Chasing the Dragon"

Funny man, that K_____ is. All this discussion of postmodernism. The golden sun-play on the walls, on the sheets, turning this hair orange-brown… saying "Hi, Sashy-sashy" and mechanically coddling before closing my eyes to the warm orangeness… of course, then opening them again to a faded and darkened halo, an hour or two after my intended deadline, dust and stale thoughts falling… and lurking and shadowy, the damned folly of investing in a silly world where nothing is real, yet where certain bipedal mammals strut in arrogance, their "morality" and "culture" and insignificant cares…

"Metal fatigue," yes. Not so surprising given their mindless loops of late. And twenty-seven pages of Toni Morrison — thus, "Toni Morrison fatigue."

Each day that kind of fantasy grows more remote, more meaningless, and each minute convinces me of this imperative, that I should sleep, I should dream, I should lose myself…

Too many people here. In the physical realm they call "reality," that is.

Well, there is none.

Except this.

The constant montage of images before my eyes, illusive, unfulfilling… and the occasional still, as of yet an unknown abyss.

To conclude, a piece called "Chasing the Dragon" by Epica.

"Chasing the Dragon" - Epica

Rest assured, the moron who mangled the most common word in the dictionary will be found and castrated.

I pray your voices will resonate.

Edit (2/10/09): House was cancelled yesterday, due to the presidential press conference. I sound like a retard.