The Escapade of A Derailer.

Freud

2012-01-15T11:13:00.000+10:00

I had an erotic dream last night. Girls and boys, being luscious and lascivious, banged each other with nastiness oozing out of the pores, wreathing in the air, wherein. I was one of them, identifying none of the faces I banged. Had Sigmund Freud still lived, he woulda said : " You are bearing too much guilt". I coulda answered,"letme die in the chaos thereof." By: Wolverine_NHM

In my grip

2011-12-16T23:35:00.000+10:00

Vagueness evaneses. It seems affirmative. How ridiculous it will be, if you said you realize not my motif. The advent sheds upon the clarification. I‘m motivated. You are to be mine! By: Wolverine_NHM Time: 2340 16122011

Cockle by the surge

2011-11-26T02:18:00.001+10:00

There existed a moment, of while the id shrouded the beauty, by while the inconsideration prevailed. There appeared a zone, in which the comfort shall manifest, to which thou thought the whole world was. Here came the tumble ensued with intrepidity, onto which sacrifice was made, with which the valley of death was walked through The journey commenced, with uncertainty and bramble all over the

"I love loving you"

2011-11-13T21:47:00.000+10:00

"I love loving you", What kind of zenith of mentality would one have reached if s/he had meant it? I'm pondering profoundly over this profoundity. By: Wolverine Time: 2148 13112011

A friend of mine asked me to write Steve Jobs a personal letter....

2011-09-05T11:37:00.000+10:00

A friend of mine asked me to help her to write Steve Jobs a letter,on behalf of her boss,namely The President of Hainan Airline. Dear Mr. Steve Jobs, The saying goes, ' an apple a day keeps the doctor away',not to mention that you not only own the apple but also revolutionize the world with it. I really hope that you are doing well and

Countenance by The Succinum

2011-05-21T18:06:00.001+10:00

The afflatus wafts over, to where the apathy against the uproar stands still at, to while the sentimentality prevails, in the presence of illusive phantom. The scent splashes upon, the flesh the self-shackling fantasy surges wherein, the nostril cells the suffocating air clamours therein, so as to integrate the wrecked oneness. The eyes stares in my soul, as if one more day of being conscious

All the things they say

2011-03-07T11:31:00.005+10:00

Once yet, they met not,no interaction, no intersection, existing not even the thought, of a stiff nod during timeless encounter. As if the lips didn't kiss each other, and would ever have the chance. In the atmosphere of quiescence, initiative catches the most eyeballs, grabs the least unwellness. There emerges the electrified breath, precipitating the solidified vacuum. Neither you nor I

Glamour of the Gill.

2010-12-30T14:29:00.003+10:00

Thou art likean illusionary nightingale,perching onto the twig of joviality,drenching my soul with placidity. To and throughout the tunnel, I lay my sight on.There come thy phantom shadow, infiltrating into my soul.So disillusioned is my passion,that thousands upon thousands of my utterance plunges into the bottomless gill of thy glamor,so as to arise the affection...... Behind and beneath the

My boldness

2010-12-22T17:48:00.000+10:00

Beneath the whisper do I lay siege onto thy gaze. Shouldn't have I stayed one more second on thy glaring pupils. There ripped apart is my soul, be my camouflaged persona shielded tenfold. There raises the precipitated placidity, transforming into the surge of the urge. So overwhelming yet underwhelming. Every glitch of perfection oozes outta the pores, transpiring the secret that should never

The Captivity of Negativity

2010-12-13T09:25:00.000+10:00

There wreathing are the shreds of wrecked mind, from the square one, to the nowhere. Ave's where I'm stepping on, so as to cause the vagueness onto the highway, that should have been targeted on. The whim, the urge and the impromptu, always have I been shackled by. So overwhelmed is the desire, that nobody but I am to deal with. Trotting, roving and staggering, just to shake off the unwanted.

Osmosis by my ideology

2010-11-05T10:19:00.002+10:00

Where the lancet glances is where the dent exists, Where the machete leaves a kiss on is where the willow leaf lies beneath.Thereby, the trace is implausibly plausible, albeit neither you nor I find a mark on. Through the ostium let go of is the odium.Across the asylum does come about the craze.Where to chisel the fact onto,what to have the faith with? Engraved is the whisper, enchanted is the

Nobel Peace Prize of 2010

2010-10-10T08:10:00.001+10:00

It fell onto a guy name Liu XiaoBo from China. Currently being persecuted politically. I love China but I've gotta reprimand China on this. If you didn't have the spiritual capacity to accept the criticism from even an ordinary man of your own country, please be prepared for the fall-apart of an inkling of sense of greatness to even that of a goddamn big entity. Learn how to listen to others'

Reminder

2010-08-10T08:55:00.001+10:00

Act nay thy life impromptu; Live nay thy life incognito! By: WolverineTime: 0854 100810

An Oasis for Placidity amid Chaos

2010-08-05T09:20:00.001+10:00

There docks the yatch of lonesomeness at the harbor, Hailed was the marvel by the spectators;No longer will the grinding austerity be an ascesis,Therein the man of the aestheticism finds his uplomb, and the perseverance thereof. Onwards, an oasis for placidity is being looked for,amid the chaos in which the pandemonium germinates! Thereafter, roll the sleeves up and work the hell outta it.A land

ave

2010-07-28T22:52:00.002+10:00

Wobbling steps, onto the curb, tears apart the quiescence; There wreathing is the agitation, within the air, underneath the placidity. Bemoaning thy departure-to-be I'm, for the reunion is so unaccounted for. So cavalier I have been, that raved ache emerges not, nay manifests the inkling of love toward thee. Sizzling burnout besets the mind, rippling the lake, begetting the surge. Nightingale

Dungeon by Thy Apathy

2010-07-12T10:44:00.000+10:00

Darkness scrapes the nerves; Scent scrathes the mind. Neither hath thou uttered the words, nor shattered the fantasy, so as to the ensuing delusion of mine. Shackled is the body, scattered is the sanity. Who on earth art thou to exert the spell, of love? Where am I to bemoan the prevalent impossibility? Expounded is the fact by the fact onto the expectation, How extravagant has my will been?

Expelling the Antelope

2010-06-29T10:41:00.000+10:00

There appears the adamance, either to hunt onto or to be hunted by. Within the words, without the mind, the empty tin makes the most sound. Once squandered is the time, wasted is the life, for purposelessly serving a purposelessness. So pathetic used he to be, that the dyke of a fatherliness's tear breached; So apathic was he, that the innermost voice of a motherliness was deemed surplus. The

What decide those decided?

2010-06-06T21:18:00.002+10:00

Wise men always start the pathway of looking for veritas with argument, ends up with equivocal questions left for the latter generation to ponder over. And the generations start the same process again, 'till the doubt is solved, with publicly acceptable, scientifically acknowledged and anti-religiously existent ( might sounds quite radical). However, during the ancient time, religious authority

Supertition vs Faith

2010-06-06T21:17:00.005+10:00

A wise man said: " It's not merely that the mind manipulates the belief. Vice-versa, the belief itself will controls the mind." The mind learns constantly. Different logical pathway is built throughout the process. Hence, logicality becomes the only way we survive in this world in a sense-made way. If a certain behavior or mentality is beyond the logic, here labelled are we to be the abnormal

Crazy Conjecture: Paranoid Transformative Schizophrenia

2010-06-06T21:17:00.001+10:00

My latest discovery on Schizophrenina: Paranoid Transformative Schizophrenia a. Duration: persisting dubitation over the machines, doubting irrationally that those machines might transform into humanoid living bio-mechanic organisms. Besides, they may also have the delusion that worlds are in great jeopardy of being controlled by machines and computer technological devices. b. This disorder

Disilluding the "Self"

2010-06-06T21:16:00.000+10:00

Without the "self", one will only exist for the purpose of surviving; without that, it will be like a mechanism that operates to serve the mere existence. The birth of an individual precedes everything and anything about that individual. Therein, a living machine is produced whereas the self-awareness has yet to function.As per Freud's theories, it's the id that motivates the infantile individual

The Pondering

2010-05-11T20:29:00.002+10:00

Back to solitude.The over-attachment onto myself curbs me by detaching me from selfless integrity.To repend am I by shattering the vault of illusion atwain. Helter-skelter, in the middle of nowhere is found my bloody lost mind. The haphazard flirtation will not take place twice! By: WolverineTime: 2029 110510

The Harbinger to-circumcise

2010-04-16T10:46:00.002+10:00

Oft the beings scourge the land, breathe the oxygen, pay back with carbon dioxide, pluck the fruit, with 'unripe' plaint attached. So hopeless is the humanity, that Mother Earth unleashed the deluge, to which the obedient survived, against which the rebels were exterminated. However perfect is the nature, on twig of sacred virtue, none of the breathing perches. the vanity itself surges

Voice in the Dark

2010-04-09T02:48:00.000+10:00

The dearth of blatancy at night should be sufficed with the voice in the dark, instead of waiting for the looming morn and eventide. By: Wolverine Time: 0248 090410

The Lanced being

2010-04-01T13:08:00.001+10:00

I'm the lancet, to cure or to hurt, to bless or to bleed. Here I'm, a man of indulgence. By: Wolverine Time: 1307 010410