Juxtapose

Time spent studying the an early art movement known as surrealism has a new train of thoughts and concepts being forged. The whole idea of the world and fate in a surreal perspective really perks an interest in me currently. Just think, what if the world as we know it was a total illusion. You're outside of your comfort zone trying to make straight the convoluted dreams in your mind. Are they really viable scenarios or merely pathetic hallucinations formulated by your subconscious to compensate for the petty life you perceptibly lead? Everything becomes a maybe. Indefinite rules the possibility of anything that would otherwise be concrete.

Makes me want to whistle. Stroll down the side walk, hands in my jean pockets, lost in my own thoughts as I question the existentialism of the light post I pass. Which in turn leads to the diluted concept of there being a god. A non physical entity that has been neither proved nor disproved with any sort of solid evidence. Although I am biased and lean heavily towards his or her (Yes. Aside from dictations arising from the humanly fabricated bible, we cannot exclude the possibilities of him being a her) nonexistence.

I pose this to you, can something so close seem feasible in contrast to yourself?

Allegedly, I have provided further fuel for thought.
~Chiko?

Resolve

I know it may be a bit late, but I think I have finally fathomed a decent resolve for the new year.

A multitude of recent conflicts on persons and clashes on opinions has brought some fresh fuel to my mind. I am in complete control of my self. I shall do what I want, when I want, and however I damn well feel like it. No inconsiderate jerk will ever be able to try and push me around again. Not during my life span. Even before now I tended to act on my own volition, careful to be respectful or be mindful of others in relations to my actions and I hold to that now. But dammit, fuck any person who think they can show dominance over me

With that said, I love my friends. To see myself typing that almost feels cliche, but it's true. One should feel proud to have friends who can tolerate their absolute insanity, boundless energy, and quirky personality.

Stupidity cannot win over stupidity, as ignorance only breeds incompetence. Society lacks the gall to stomp out the flame which spreads infectiously. So I am left alone to fight against asinine behavior.

Battling the brainless,
~Chiko!

At War With Work

At this time of night, there are multiple concepts that plague my still animated mind. While my body slumps into a state of lethargy, I squander about the occupants of my mind. With exams quickly approaching, an abundant amount of projects to be polished off and with the PS3 beside my laptop regrettably collecting the faintest layer of dust, I am compelled to make squat all of the tasks bear the front line of my priorities.

I feel incapacitated at the sight of the sociology work who's due dates loom dangerously near. My lack of motivation to complete this semester finds my feet wandering to a room where I stare at the largest white door in my house. I pull open the large handle and feel a brisk wall of cool air wasp by my face as I gaze upon the innards which is my fridge. My whole being is beckoned towards the alluring food, more so than ever. The craving for food has become more a result to comfort my perplexed mind than a necessity for survival. My worst enemy is my stomach and the abyss of which it is.

At this late hour I shall find myself meandering over to my bed where I expect sleep to wash over me like a brick wall.

I wish thee all adieu,
~Chiko.

Untitled

I have been working on this book of sorts for almost two decades. If you can even fathom it as a book, it's more of a weak analogy if anything. Alas, I have concluded that I have dedicated more than enough hours to this chapter, staring blankly at its pages trying to prolong its duration. Although there are paragraphs that have been burned into the depths of my retinas and memories, some I shall treasure eternally and others I whole heartedly desire to sweep under my bed with the rest of the crumpled paper memos and contently residing dust-bunnies. Here I turn a page in a vain attempt to further the progress with this overly-complex novel. With the reminiscing melodies of Pillar fluttering through my speakers and the click-clack of the thin laptop keys beneath my fingers, I shall forge on.

Pending editorial sessions,
~Chiko?