The brain farts of the World Wide Web’s “Heaven Sent, Hell Bent”, encrypted in the colors of black, red, and white.
12:45 PM.
He entered into the coffee house, sitting in one of the reserved seats. He’ll be meeting with his best friend for the first time in months.
He saw the clock ticking away from a quarter to 1. I can see that toothy grin inside him. He’s so excited.
1:00 PM.
Time has started, but you are not yet in the coffee house. I took a glimpse at your house. You haven’t started changing your clothes or even taking a bath. What’s wrong with you?
As usual, my energy meter for the day is half-drained. All of that time I wasted on waiting for The Twin and spend some quality time with her… Tiring. But it did made my whole day.
After an hour of riding the way home, I hopped on my Hellbound chopper and traveled to the vast world of moving poetry. I stumbled upon a this human being, who’s acting like he’s the one owning the yard, trying to intimidate me with all of his Karate shit - the calm yet deadly fighting stance, the “O” mouth and those widely opened eyes.
He really doesn’t know how sick and twisted I can be. He doesn’t know that he has confronted an evil entity from the kingdom below with hellfire burning in glory.
But those are not the statements circulating around my cranium. See, all of those martial arts stuff is being done by a God-knows-what-months-old-he-is infant in peach-colored baby clothing and a mean streak attitude that’s so funny. Continue reading ‘Don’t Underestimate Mini Me.’
My deranged being is still alive, in terms of physical aspects. My heart is beating normally, I still have 20/20 vision, I can smell Joe Malone from about 20 feet afar and possibly vomit from it, and I can taste yummy sushi and chicken flesh.
I just needed to stop blogging for a month for a reason.
I was in some soul searching on a desert of white sand dominated by the red sky and black clouds a few weeks back, realizing that I should loosen up for a bit and spend some quality time laughing at other people’s misery. Er, spending quality time with my close friends. This juggling of words I always do on Malebolge is depriving my social well-being.
But then again, I am here, typing away some thoughts on this blog. A habit would be really difficult to rehabilitate, wouldn’t be?
So, this is my return post. Here I go again.
I’m Dan Hellbound. I can’t think of a good title for this post, so there. Not even a good post entirely.
