The Show

This is just another post that is meant to rant about nothing, or everything. It will eventually return to me once the water has finished boiling, the eggs hatching and the ice cubes melting. In the meantime, I might as well go on and sluice down my mind before I take on Maxwell and Carnot for another go.

There's always something interesting about the fact I find so much amusement in everything as of late. As a dear friend pointed out, I have a front row seat with popcorn gazing at the spectacle ahead of me. It can be cruel to think this way but I'd much rather hope for a happy ending rather than a parodic one. Therefore, I can either smile or roll in the aisles with laughter. I can finally say I understand the true meaning of a Tragicomedy.

So what happens at the very end? Do the actors step out of roll to greet the audience or do they themselves fall victim to this farce? Too bad that I will have already walked out on this performance long before its ending. I only await the culminating smash.

Not that I'm not enjoying it...

The Spatula

I found the best cure. Pancakes. For the superficial ones, go ahead and stuff yourself with pancakes if you are dumb enough to take it literally. But think about what happens when you're making them. You pour the batter nicely into a pan and you let it cook on one side...and then you flip it. If the flip is done at the right moment, the bottom is saved from being burnt. The other side's fate depends solely on the one holding the spatula. We're still far away from taking out the maple syrup but regardless of what happens next, we know that one side is saved. Nevertheless, the beauty of it all is that when you hold the spatula, it's not such a big deal if one gets ruined.

There's always plenty more batter in the bowl.

I'd rather be a hammer than a nail...

Waste, garbage, rubbish, trash, refuse, litter, debris, flotsam and jetsam, dross, junk, detritus, scrap; dregs, scraps; sewage, effluent.

What never existed in the first place can't be neglected, ignored or denied. All that was, was not and all that it was supposed to be was nothing but a mirage found along the Death Valley. A fictitious photograph of a false future blown-up by the mind to grotesque proportions. We all know what happens to a balloon when you inflate it too much? Yeah, you realize that the great "mass" it appears to hold is nothing but thin air. The great thing about hollow dreams is that the hollow pain that follows their failure is harmless. Nevertheless, life is too short to allow oneself to be surrounded by these void emotions which bring us empty happiness.

Good thing I didn't try to recycle...

Fuckin' Bruges

life is never supposed to be simple, there are many different kinds of trees, what goes up must come down, is war peace? is love hate? is happiness bad? is common sense illogical? is salad good for you? do mirrors reflect? are rails cold? is green purple? do cows moo? is sugar sweet? are forests green? do monkeys wear suits? is time infinite? do feelings exist? do hearts beat? does rain sweat? is money evil? is water necessary? is wrong good? is right absurd? do birds fly? does food bounce? do rivers cry? Am I insane?

This post is made from a percentage of recyclable material

What are you really doing when you recycle? 

Instead of throwing something out, discarding it or destroying it, you put it aside, letting it mutate like a virus. Inevitably, it comes back to strike you harder. This time you are unprepared, you think you discarded it but it has a different form. It flies under the radar, it knows your weakness and goes straight for it. The Romans, after their battles with Barbarian tribes would leave all their weaponry and armour behind on the battlefield. Eventually, the Barbarians conquered them by learning to use their weapons, adapting to their tactics and attacking their Achilles' heal. Next time, just use a fucking shredder.

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