Owned and owned hard

ad altentium fur mein - Owned and owned hard (had to google it out)
Ecce homo - Behold the man.
Carpe Diem - Sieze the opportunity (literally, seize the day)
Deus Ex Machina - can't explain it
nihilist - one who doesn't see meaning in life.

To,
the nihilist.
Wish You Were Here!
From,
<dot>.Pradiator.

I don't deserve you

You heart is golden, uncorrupted even by all the corruption around you. Your life is simple, simple to the point of incompatibility. The competitiveness of the world around you does not stop you from truly being a friend. You are alone, without companions, with no respect shown to you.
I am unworthy of you. Somehow, Ive been unable to show you how much of a person you truly are.

But of course, me calling myself unworthy is just an excuse for not being your friend: the truth is, your simplicity is incompatible with my flambuoyance.

Making an impression

A dialogue, illustrating an erm, disturbing erm, reality?

"Give me one reason to make an impression on you."
"If you don't, I'll erase you from my memory."
"... so?"
"... so nothing!"
"Exactly! You can't give me any good reason to make an impression on you. Why should I bother! And I'm sure you have no reason to make an impression on me."

Mistress or Morality

If a hot guy/girl of the opposite sex, whom you like (have a crush on, whatever), and whom you know has a girlfriend/boyfriend, were to ask you out, would you say 'yes'?


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And if your boyfriend/girlfriend were to ask someone out, how would you feel?

Mosquito Escape

Oct 2, 6 a.m.

Quiet again. Driven here by mosquitoes. Slightly cold. Birds chirping. Ground wet with dew. Airplane flying overhead, the only noise. I have been looking down till now. A red plane flies. It turns as I watch, the sound that of a base guitar. Still playing that one note, now shifting up, now back down, but still audible. Maybe its kingfisher, maybe air force. A withered feather lies near my leg. Them pesky mosquitoes have followed me here. Yet still this is sufficient an escape, this intro-nature, of the early morning. Another red plane files by, this one doesn't turn. The note still reverberates, now though it sounds like a car being started. Vroooom. Or maybe a mixer in the mess equipped with surround sound effects. This fallen plant here looks so out-of-place, while the little empty cigarette box on the floor is 'part of the landscape'. A single red-pink flower blossoms, staring out at me. Well I guess my 1000 characters are over, so I should move off. Silence. Bye.

The Pied Piper Hut

Oct 01, approx 8 p.m.

I've taken a walk to nearly the girls' hostel. Actually a bit further. I'm sitting under a tree with a streetlamp shining down. There is a weird low circular brick-ed thing that reminds me of my imagination of pied piper's cave. It is by and large silent, except for crickets.

Abrupt end.

You made my day

You just made my day. Even though its 230 a.m.

I had just been asking myself, "Why do you do this to yourself?!", but you rescued me from my worthlessness feeling.

Please, don't leave me.
Never let me go.

Soul Selling

From a friend:
The devil comes to you offering you a deal, that you will get all that you wish for, but in return you have to offer him the life of any person. That person will die instantly, painlessly, naturally.
Would you take up the offer?