I have found myself recently gazing down into the stony depths of an endless abyss. A well echoing a deathly hollow noise when a pebble is knocked over the edge. The faint click clank as it bumps down the well, resounding off the interlocking cobblestone walls.
My proverbial well has run dry, but oddly enough I come across myself sitting here writing about this conundrum of sorts. I am preaching tales of my writers block, but by giving this sermon I have unblocked the passage of which through flows the literacy of my mind. Upon losing the source of inspiration for writing long ago, feelings of aggression, remorse and sorrow now distant and blurry, I have found a new spring of life for my pen. Or in this case, my keyboard. The sentiments which fueled my passion for composition have lost themselves in a vast archetypal sea. Nibbled away by vibrant, swarming impressionistic fish, or else chomped upon by that damn conceptual shark.
So maybe this well that I have spent hours peering down into, attempting to see the end, is not as empty as I thought. Perhaps there is a murky depth which is too abysmal for me to see. Perchance one day I will hear a soft plunk as my fishing lure breaks the surface of the puddle awaiting me at the bottom. Is it a meager puddle, or a fathomless lake filled to the brim with proverbial creatures in the shroud of mystery which lays at the depths of my well? Unseen and unknown, awaiting my catch and release unto the world.
Gone Fishing,
~Chiko.
The other night I found myself staring at a pan of Chicken Club Flat bread, which I had received after an order placed almost an hour prior at Somebuddy's. The first question that popped into my mind was "How the hell do I eat this?" Fork and knife? Cut it into strips and fold it like a sandwich? Eat it like pizza? The ways were numerous but none of them proved very efficient. After spending now lost time staring at the bizarre platter placed before me, I managed to attempt enough ways to eat the food that I had consumed almost half of my dinner.
Have you ever noticed that eating an apple, when you think about it, seems like a fairly simple action. I find the apple is always slightly too big for my jaw to stretch open and chomp a decent size bite out of the darn thing. Something as stupid as an apple, turns into a sitting messier than a 2 year old eating cheerios and chocolate pudding at the kitchen table.
They put little pop up boxes in Windows XP telling you how to navigate the computer. "Click here to start". "AVG updates are ready to install. Click here to get the latest updates". Where's the Microsoft Office Assistant when you need him? Can't they have a fork with eyes on the side of the menu page saying "It seems you are having trouble eating your food. Please try eating that this way..." Blah blah blah. Stupid paper-clip.
Another thing they have is those -For Dummies books. Computers For Dummies. XP For Dummes. Dating For Dummies. Why-tee-eff don't they have Eating Unusual Foods For Dummies? Would've been a big hit with people who eat out on a regular basis.
Frustratingly yours,
~Chiko
Time to time I find myself indulging in the endless archive of information which lies at my finger tips. Digging through files upon files of text based lifeforms. When the world is so readily available, you tend to find your mind wandering about questions which have remained unanswered, some tang of hope lying in a crevice in your brain of trying to find reassurance where it is not, or should not, be needed.
There is no more true statement then Curiosity Killed the Cat. Curiosity is just as much of a nagging bitch as karma. The two go hand in hand quite well, I'm afraid. But if curiosity killed the cat, obviously there must be someone else at fault, am I right? That is just how the world rolls. It is never your fault. Always push the blame onto someone or something else. Well, curiosity may have killed the cat indeed, but ignorance pushed it. Over the cliff into the damn abyss.
If curiosity won't kill you, you can guarantee Karma will be sitting there like a camping sniper guarding the only exit. Karma will shoot you and send your mind into a guilt trip for taking that path. The inevitability of predictable outcomes will never abandon us.
I hope I never end up like that cursed cat, exiled from the 12 zodiacs. Just imagine falling forever, down down down. A never ending black hole. Tisk tisk. Damn gullible cat.
Passionately lost in thought,
~Chiko<3
Notice: Studies have shown that reading this article is a direct link to cancer. Read at your own risk.
According to multiple studies done nation wide, almost anything you partake in will lead to you developing that dreaded, so overly-feared 6 letter word. Cancer. Yes, by drinking redbull, taking a strole on the beach; or eating processed meats, you will conceive cancer. Lucky you, eh? Well if you're dumb enough to follow what the media says, as if it's your everyday bible, then I guess so.
The opinions of inadequate journalists on medical research papers have led countless to believe that numerous entities are 'direct links' to cancer. Not realizing that these things, like alcohol, red meats, and radiation, have only been seen as a similar risk factor among people in the cause of cancer. Stupid, stupid, brainwashed people...
As a result of the public taking the media so seriously, they have thrown things out of proportion and are creating pandemonium over everyday life. "Oh I can't go outside, the amount of exposure to the sun from the time I leave my front door to the point where I enter my car will give me cancer." They let the fear of the risk of getting cancer, which is quite minimal may I add, prevent them from carrying on with their daily doings.
C'mon people. Get over your phobias and live a little.
Unsympathetically yours,
~Chiko.
Over the holidays, I have continually found myself pressed for time, while coincidentally finding overdoses of time on my hands. Time to do socialize, time to do laze around, time to think, time to party, time to do anything I want. Nonetheless, a conflict has arisen between doing what I desire and doing what is required of me. On the other hand, I have been relishing in my little sprees and have come to appreciate my ability to be easily sidetracked. Power to procrastination!
But you know what they say, it takes two to tango. Talk about your tongue-twisting alliteration. Sheesh, who ever came up with that was a nut job, but cool. Its the kind of phrase you would enjoy finding yourself saying touche to.
Now I ask you this, can you tango with yourself?
Conflictingly yours,
~Chiko
