sanitarium.

the stage is set. the equipments are geared up.

"welcome to where time stands still, no one leaves and no one will~"
"moon is full, never seems to change. dream the same thing every night~"
"that dream is my reality~"

"sanitaaaariummm~"
"just leave me be~"
"sanitaaaariummmm~"
"just leave me alone~"

"for the jews on the floor, get the hell out of here!"
"didn't the goddamn sign says no fucking jews?"

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venue: the good ol' green field
foyer action: (guitar solo by richie sambora)
side foyer action: (kirk and members)

e: hey, isn't that your solo?
kirk: yea, he fucking copied it.
e: what you gonna do bout it?
kirk: kick this jackass out of his mind after this.

down to earth

as i walk out, i could feel the early breeze.

i see people walking their huskies, jogging, cabs parking at the sidewalks, people enjoying a good morning.

life's good.


i take out a stick out of the box, scratch it on the box and light up a deathstick.

inhaling it deep into my alveolies and exhaling it out never felt better.

i relived. ahhh~ best moment of this period of life.

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i walk out. i see my driver in my bentley waiting.

as i walk out, he comes out of the bentley and greeted me with a smile. i take out my box and light it up and pass it over to him.

we smoke, chat and joke for a moment. he's my dude. we joke, we talk and we do shits.

i proceed to my bentley. chuck my briefcase to the backseat, and sit at the front.

he drives off.

it's gonna be a carefree good shivers-under-the-sun day.

my bed is evil.

"eric! come over and check this shower hose out! it's grown shorter and weird-ly-crooked." (cantonese)

"meh si oh" (mind)

i looked at the corridor between my room and parents'. it looked endlessly long.

2 seconds passed.

i'm in the bathroom, naked. water pouring out of the shower hose. water droplets hit my body vigorously.

i looked up. and i freaked out.

"what the fuck is this shit!?" (mind)
"this hose is mutating! it's growing shorter and it's weird-ly crooked! it's alive!" (mind)

i regained realism. terrified. even more shocked by the fact of bolster floored and was replaced by pillow.

i sighed.

i've always freaked out on small weird matters. but somehow, i tend to be amazed or thrilled by it.

Turkey Man pt. 2

There used to be a time, when Turkey Man was pure, innocent, kind-hearted and loving. It was like a white piece of paper drawn and coloured with bright colours.

Colourful but not messy.

After 'that' incident, he changed. Only he knows what happened. Only he knows why he left him.

From a pure kind-hearted person, he now craves for power, money and lust. He acts like a typical selfish king controlling a kingdom. He acts cruel, mercy-less and feeling-less. He manipulates the evil system to his desire.

Many have boycotted his ways. Many have disagreed with his views. But none has dared to tell him.

Then, the person that Turkey Man left, has not given up. He had faith in Turkey Man. He knew him inside out after years living with him. He knew that Turkey Man did not born to be such evil person. It was because of certain circumstances which made him to change dramastically like that.

He will always..always be the one to give Turkey Man benefit of doubt even if the whole kingdom look at him as an evil ruler. Cause nobody will truly ever understand what it's in TM's heart and mind like he does.

*the events and characters written in this entry are purely fictional. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental.