Purgatory Cube

Death is a fine-tooth comb

2008-10-02T06:42:00.001-07:00

The hair of my soul is being brushed with boredom's fine-tooth death.

My weakness is getting stronger

2008-05-01T20:24:00.000-07:00

My weakness is getting stronger by the minute. Soon my weakness will be strong enough to consume me and control me with really strong weakness.

time is melting

2008-04-30T07:58:00.001-07:00

Time is melting like an ice cream cone on a really hot surface. The surface of my mind is like oil. I can't see through it, but I know it's there.

Soon all things will melt into desperation and solitude.

I cry for freedom, but my cries are melting into silence.

All the melted substances are re-melting into a newly depressing substance of darkness.

...and guilt....

escape?

2008-03-12T05:26:00.001-07:00

Do I see an opportunity to escape, or is that just my mind dying a slow death of boredom?

and darkness..

My Mind

2008-02-19T11:22:00.001-08:00

My mind, which once was a once was, is now not what I can think of.

I've seen the future and it's not right now

2008-02-11T14:52:00.000-08:00

Oh sweet future. Why must you tempt me with your promises of flying cars and helper monkeys? I am but a humble soul living in the present, thinking about the past, and longing for you dear future. Please promise me you will always be there. Also, who wins the Super Bowl next year? Just curious.

The broad stroke of boredom

2008-02-05T07:26:00.001-08:00

The broad stroke of boredom has painted darkness over the windows to my soul. I can't see out. Is it raining? Is that what I hear? Or is it monkeys throwing what monkeys throw best?

It bored me

2008-01-30T10:50:00.001-08:00

It bored me.

It bored me in a very boring way.

It's a sort of boredom thing.

A Nightmare in a Dream

2008-01-29T11:28:00.001-08:00

I had an hallucination. I was talking to Ron Paul, but he wasn't Ron Paul. He was Brintey Spears.

The Ron Paul/Britney Spears person told me to watch American Idol on Youtube. He started peeling a banana. There was in iPhone inside it. He read to me what was on the screen. "Tom Brady is on the Van Halen tour."

I felt a cold chill up and down the index finger of my left hand.

That is my favorite dream.

The World

2008-01-29T10:17:00.001-08:00

It seems that the world is all around me now. Everywhere I go, there is some sort of planet or administration of some type.

I asked Scarlett Johansson, but she didn't answer. Is she even there?

Scarlett? Is that you?

Scarlett!

Dreams can make your dreams come true

2008-01-29T10:13:00.001-08:00

Don't dare to dream if you can get away with it. Dream to dream. If that works, according to the leprechaun in my coffee cup, then you can expect a quick return on your investment. Another thing to consider is this: if a sandwich is made in the woods and no one is around to eat it is it still considered gay to use emoticons?
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The Philosophy of Despair

2008-01-29T10:00:00.001-08:00

My awful situation begs the question. Does a begged question become the chooser?

The philosophers have been asking me that all day.

silence

2008-01-29T05:10:00.001-08:00

Silence was once cocoa to my ears.

Now it is the Hammer of Thor, pounding my mind like a cake with chocolate sauce and walnuts.

No cherry on this Sundae.

Speaking of Sunday, send help.

my mind is emptiness in my mind

2008-01-28T13:32:00.001-08:00

My thoughts are empty and cold. Like a store full of nude mannequins that has closed for the morning. The loss is infinite. The mustard is warm.

Hold the sarcasm, Kenneth.

2008-01-28T13:26:00.000-08:00

I can't help but feel that I am being watched by cyborgs disguised as my stapler. Or maybe it's the stapler who has been fooling me all this time. Time will tell. So will William

2008-01-28T13:25:00.000-08:00

My eyes are filled with the blood of the innocent and my nose is filled with the tears of the self-righteous. Is this opposite day?

2008-01-28T13:23:00.000-08:00

Boredom creeps in like nerve gas in a padded cell. I seek escape. Time stands still.
What foul odor rises from the ashes of a thousand mangled bodies in the pit of hell? It's a monkey throwing his own poop.
I love monkeys.

Death Creeps In

2008-01-25T07:54:00.001-08:00

It is cold and lonely here. I feel the overwhelming presence of death creeping in the door. I can not make a sound or death shall surely come. I fart.

The seeds of boredom

2008-01-25T07:12:00.001-08:00

The seeds of boredom, once planted beneath my wings, have flourished into mighty edifices that imprison me with no light. No air. No Pringles.

Darkness

2008-01-24T16:57:00.001-08:00

Darkness creeps over me like night over a planet. My cushioned cube walls heave with contempt, sqeezing me until my soul cries for a pomegranate.

The Bitter Syrup of Boredom

2008-01-24T09:21:00.001-08:00

The bitter Syrup of Boredom has saturated my mind.

The Ants of Time Forgotten now feast on my misfortune.

My world is darkness now

2008-01-24T08:01:00.001-08:00

All light is gone from my world, if you don't count my three computer monitors and the fluorescent cube lighting.

I have to squint my eyes against the ominous glow of time....time that is running out....running out like a monkey who has thrown his last poop and knows he will never throw again.

Hey there Delilah

2008-01-24T07:56:00.000-08:00

I don't think you fully understand the extent of my powers. I can influence the tides. Move mountains with my mind. Take out the trash. I am everything you ever wished for and nothing you ever wanted. I am monkey. Hear me make whatever sound monkeys make when they are asserting their dominance. Avert your eyes in my presence. Make me a sandwich of fine wine and cheap beer. Get a piece of the rock. Take heed and disagree. I am love. I am hate.
I am bored.

2008-01-24T07:51:00.000-08:00

Darkness falls on murky swap water in a lonely bayou town. The air is still. The moon is pale. Where is this place? I told you already dammit! A LONLEY BAYOU TOWN.
You really need to learn to pay attention.
Fin.

My mind is beginning to play tricks on me.

2008-01-23T19:41:00.001-08:00

It placed in my chair a whoopie cushion filled with razor blades and Vegemite.

2008-01-23T13:27:00.001-08:00

What was once my soul is now a forgotten memory of what I used to know.

2008-01-23T06:53:00.001-08:00

Space was once my friend. Now he and Time have joined forces. They are killing my brain with a thousand needles soaked in Coke Zero.

Coke Zero was once my friend. He too, has turned his fizzy back onme.

Good Morning Sweet Death!

2008-01-23T06:27:00.000-08:00

As a matter of fact that IS a banana in my pocket.

2008-01-23T04:15:00.000-08:00

I am watched by the eyes of a thousand demons and goats.

2008-01-22T21:54:00.000-08:00

boredom creeps in like nerve gas in a padded cell.I seek escape. Time stands still.
to be continued?

welcome to hell

2008-01-22T18:50:00.001-08:00

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.