The Horse Rap Incident

And so they say, everybody needs a hobby. May some find comfort in doing productive stuffs such as crochet, cooking, graphic designs, internet porn, staring at a goat all day, wondering if chupakabras and unicorns are real or watching ancient aliens

Well, this is awkward

in national geographic, while others just find it relaxing to smother other people for no reasons at all (Seriously? Who does that?). So then I found writing. Yeah, I know… I confess my English is not that great. In fact, my grammar just comes back and forth and it is in a matter of mood. Sometimes, I find it very good when I feel so Poe-ish, Swift-ish, Golding-ish, or Burgess-ish. But when the world around me suffers in a terrible fucked-up seizure, my words can never be any better than a steaming pile of horsecrap (it seems weird, I tried to right-click the word “horsecrap” in MS-word because it is underlined with red shit. I thought at first that I should separate the two words but when I right clicked it, it suggested “horse rap”… hahaha, classic). But hey, why not give it a shot? As if writing could make my life miserable.
You know, I am not a vocal person in terms of my comments about the world and all the crap I see around (although some of my friends knows me as a noisy type. But honestly, 90% of what I am saying most of the time is completely nonsense and I am aware of that. That’s because I don’t want them to discover the truth: I am a ninja who works at a secret underground laboratory led by an evil mastermind came from the planet Nibiru who is tasked to annihilate the corrupt government officials throughout the galaxy). And the only way I found to release all this uneasy thoughts inside me is through writing.