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ab syahid
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Vanessa Chan

This is for Vanessa. This isn't a funny entry. So don't laugh. Don't even smile. Because I told you on the night we first met, 'I am not stable'. Your parents went to bed early. Too old to give a fuck about something so banal like New Year's Day. My brain was 80% empty when I said okay. You smiled at me and took your clothes off, and then mine. I struggled against our heavy...

Added 16 Mar 2013 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 1 | Avg Score 4 | Views 668 | 1 Comment

State Of The Art - Pilot Whale

All your possessions aren't really yours to begin with. It's all rental. a personal heirloom of some sort, your fingerprints the only remnants of your presence, your adventures the fables of your life. She's/he's perfect. clean, untainted, like a blank canvas before society smears 99 shades of shit all over it. Poincare recurrence theorem, all systems go, reincarnation. Poof, Vamos, you're...

Added 26 Nov 2012 | Category Musings | Votes 9 | Avg Score 2.33 | Views 1,696

Zubaidah

Zubaidah was only 14 the first time she was laid. There was no emotion, just placid motions of the old in out, and before she knew it, she was no longer a virgin. It was all business. She hung around with the hoodrats and drug peddlers of Tiong Bahru, talking in adult tones, way too vulgar for a girl her age. With nothing else to do, they sat around, shot marbles and complained about life. ...

Added 22 Nov 2012 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 5 | Avg Score 4.8 | Views 1,118 | 4 Comments

My Bloody Valentine

I am amorous but I will not show it. My mind, lingering dangerously off the grid. Romance plotting murderous deeds with deceit. Tossing bodies into a dark, loveless pit. And in darkness, I get lit lit lit. The only way to deal with this hot hot heat. Until my existence succumbs to...

Added 21 Nov 2012 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 4 | Views 657 | 1 Comment

Literary Therapy

When I was in bed alone after an uneventful August day back in 2002 (I remember because I recently got my heart broken), it wasn't apparent to me back then that I was having a moment which quite possibly changed my life. It was the day that my life as I knew it, no longer hanged in the balance. If I had a roving reporter following me around chronicling my life, he would have said, "This...

Added 20 Nov 2012 | Category Musings | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,112 | 2 Comments

Generation Stupid

Lets throw rocks at the homeless man because he is useless said the young ones; with their perky tits and perfectly aligned teeth and all that crap. Lets end every sentence with a full stop, lets like do this, lets like do that, wait, lets LIKE LIKE LIKE LIKE LIKE, fuck off and never use punctuation marks! Modern idiots, self proclaimed proletariats(yeah sure, honey), with their Iphones,...

Added 19 Nov 2012 | Category Musings | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 834

Everyday He Writes The Book

"Smile, make a pot of chamomile tea, pretend there's an orange hanging above your head, point at it and laugh". That was what an old man who lived under a bridge near my school once told me. He was wise and had white hair covering his face, it hanged like necklaces from his neck. It was a work of art. There was more artistic integrity on that old man's face than most modern art bullshit...

Added 18 Nov 2012 | Category Musings | Votes 9 | Avg Score 3.67 | Views 806 | 1 Comment

Unemployment

Trite policies delivered to you in plain white envelopes you'd find in your letter box. It will be laced with mind controlling pheromones, taking away your ability to think rationally, dumbing you down to the degree of a circus animal forced into performing tricks for treats and abused with whips and by starvation if you're not compliant to their orders, while your master pockets all of the...

Added 16 Nov 2012 | Category Musings | Votes 3 | Avg Score 4.33 | Views 768 | 1 Comment

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