Conflagration

I have this thing inside me that wants to blow-up like ten atomic bombs. It’s not my ‘thing’ thing, you idiot, it’s this desire to be bigger than life, to go more than just over the beyond. It gets to me that some of those I know are content to occupy just a small corner of their world. The world is so big my lousy friends! Why be content in occupying just a small space? It kills me. Really. I wanted to bash their heads in with a curling iron and just release them from their misery.

What is so cool about a sedentary life? I know it’s about choice and decisions and preferences and all that free will crap. But what is so great about living a vicarious life? Why stop with reading about adventures? Why not do the adventure yourself? Is it because of marriage and other responsibilities? Responsibilities my ass. A man’s first responsibility should be to himself. What is so noble about devoting yourself to something that would only hold you down? At the expense of sounding too Ayn Rand’ish, I say take care of yourself first. There are hidden roads and bridges all over waiting, begging to be discovered. There are lots of people to see, to know, and – if you’re a bloody psychopath – to kill. So do more than just cruise along. Burn! Conflagrate!

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Nero that perv, once said that he hoped humanity has only one vagina so he can fuck it in one go (I’ve been wanting to say that for so long, I don’t know why). Ok, so those were not his exact words, what he said involved humanity’s neck and chopping it off in one fell swoop. Unlike him, If I can have one wish, I’d wish that all those who take this life for granted will have one joined fuse attached to their butt so I can light a fire up their asses and get these sorry fucks off their couches; have them rediscover the world so they will know that there’s so much more to life than Pinoy Big Brother.