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167 days ago

Lately, I’ve been making lists. To put some order in my life, I list the things to do, things to buy, things to clean, things to explore… Back in high school, the only lists I’ve been making were lists of my favorite bands/artists, which, as time went on, got covered in layers of liquid paper as my tastes changed and evolved. I remember that fateful day when I erased Michael Jackson from the number one spot and replaced him with Marilyn Manson. It was a rather scary moment, and it took all my utmost strength to bring myself to do it. Deep down I knew he has become my favorite and it was imperative for me to make it official… in my list. Now the lists I do are watered down and always include the same elements: - Tomato - Breakfast - Tuna - Mayo - Milk - Yogurts - Chocolate - Junk ...

Death: Fact or Fiction?

417 days ago

If I become mad or afflicted by the Jerusalem syndrome, it is by my own doing and not by any of the people/books/musicians/entities mentioned below. I have decided that I don't know God and that I don't know Satan and that I don't know any of their respective servants and I also do not intend on finding out who they are. Instead, I have set out to make my own theory about all that. It seems to have become such common knowledge that death is not the end, but rather the beginning of whatever else. Yet people who have experienced death, have never lived to tell about it, and if they have, the damage to their brain has been so severe, they were unable to talk about it. However, wars are still raging between the different Schools of Thought that study the theory of post-mortem existence, also known as religions. Such wars will surely never end as there is no way to prove that one belief or the other is the ultimate one. I know the Old Testament through and through, so much ...

Apron With Oil Burns

441 days ago

Jerusalem Food Festival... A place you probably wouldn't expect to find me... especially not goreging myself until my stomach begs to be put out of its misery. But there I was tonight, eating like I haven't eaten in days. It was great however. So my love/hate relationship with food has never been so confusing as it has been these past couple of days. As I said before, I hate eating because my digestive system fucks me over no matter what goes through it. On the other hand, I started to discover the joys of cooking. At the beginning it was a disaster. No matter what I would make, I would make an absolute mess and the food looked far from appetizing, and was either overcooked or undercooked or too salty or not salty enough... But recently, I managed to surprise myself with some pretty amazing dishes, quite easy and quick to make, and do not come in powder form with plenty of preservatives. SO! Food festival was the place to be for a blooming cooker, who is looking to enhance ...

Dawn of the Angry

481 days ago

Ah! I ripped some more death metal shit. This was very necessary, especially since I nearly lost it this week with my rage tantrums. Bleeding knuckels from punching doors and walls was the least of my problems as I felt my head bursting into flames. Why you ask? No sensible reason at fucking all! I just found myself thrashing around my room, cursing my lungs out, throwing shit at the walls with the true and real attempt at breaking it. Thankfully, my roommates were not around, so I didn't risk scaring the living Christ out of them. It was incredibly therapeutic, though... I should do that more often. Seriously, some people reccomend soft music, scented candles and a warm bath to relax... but I know that shit like that only serves to infuriate me more because I see that as an attempt to push my frustration back down to the core of my being. My frustration is very real and should be released, and fucking soft music will not do. DEATH METAL! That's the fucking way to do it. The ...

Banana Boom

494 days ago

I have a problem with food. A big problem. I don't know if it's some rare, weird type of eating disorder or whatever, but it's definitely a problem, and it's definitely related to food. Simply put, I hate food, but I find myself eating nonstop. I always have to be munching on something. Whenever I go for groceries, I always wanna buy everything, but end up buying a minimal amount of food, and when I get home, I curse myself for not having enough food. Then I eat. Like a pig. Then I either get a stomach ache or I feel like vomiting. And I ask myself "For fuck's sake, I know that whatever goes through my esophegus is gonna lead to disaster, so why do I keep shoving down shit?!" Then there are times when I'm on the bus and my digestive system, being the sadistic little prick it is, decides to make me suffer: "Aaaaand the urge to piss.... NOW!" Or: "Aaaaaand the urge to take a dump... NOW!" This happens, without fail, whenever I'm in a ...