She lives and works from her laptop on a little paradise island in the Philippines. She's a writer, graphic artist, and mountaineer. During rainy days she loves to sleep and oversleep and dream and daydream and then write. More »
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I am the Holy Ghost! Mortal, do you even know me? I am one of the Three Persons in the confusingly indoctrinated Holy Trinity! But no doubt I am always--ALWAYS! I repeat! ALWAYS!--underestimated, misunderstood, overlooked, underemphasized, unnoticed! Just look at God: he pervaded and ruled the whole Old Testament--he created the world, killed everyone in it with a drop of cosmic flood, slayed six million Jews, and all those unimaginable atrocities you can think of! And yet the gullibles--all them billions of naif Christians on earth--praise him as the Highest Paradigm of Moral Impeccability! And Jesus? Images of him curing the sick and raising the dead and speaking in parables swarm the entire New Testament! He is the Way, the Truth, and the Light! The Son of God! He is love! Forgiveness Personified! Etcetera! Etcetera! And what about me?? I am nothing! I am just a bloody floating Ghost! The Holy Spirit! An amorphous sexless phantom who doesn't even have a name! I don't even have the dramatic beard that'd make me look wise just like God and Jesus and Moses and Santa Clause and Gandalf! I'm a nobody! An anonymous faceless spook that has not even left a legacy to the whole of mankind! And neither do humans praise me! They worship God or Jesus equally, separately! But me?! I'm just an invisible apparition cringing and cursing expletive unmentionables in the background! But I am a god myself! Matter of fact, I am one of them three subsisting in the Holy Trinity! But where the hell is my share??! God has a cornucopia of churches built for him! Jesus has statues! Even that fucken whore Mary has statues sculptured for her! And all the quasiheavenly saints have statues and biographical accounts to prove their existence! Even mortals like popes and bishops leave a mark in the history of Christianity! But what about me?! I am a GOD too for fuck's sake! I don't even have a bloody figurine that even resembles my asshole! I don't have minions! Nor do I have any written history as to whence I came from, where I lived, what I look like, what's my favorite color, what's my pet donkey's name, and so forth! I am COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN except for the obscure name that trichotomize the Holy Trinity! But let me tell you this: I am actually male! I am not sexless damn it! I am not amorphous! I am not a hermaphrodite! And I am Jesus' real father! I impregnated that whore Mary whom God wanted all for himself! And the nerve of that God! He took Mary for himself, pushed me in the background, and claimed that fucking bastard Jesus as his SON! Just what the fuck is up with that?? That fucken God just couldn't accept the truth! The ultimate shattering truth that he is impotent! Infertile! That his balls are nearly nonexistent! And his tiny limping inerectible twiddleduck is so short it couldn't even penetrate a manhole! What a fucking coward!
Δεν μπορώ να γράψω άλλο. Αισθάνομαι ότι όπως χάνω την κλίση μου στο τμήμα δημιουργικού γραψίματος. // Greek
The political arena in the Philippines is like a condom: it allows inflation, halts production, destroys the next generation, protects a horde of pricks, and gives you a sense of security when you're actually being screwed.
No classes today! Drinking spree tonight! No classes tomorrow! Drinking spree tomorrow night! No classes on Saturday! Drinking spree Saturday night! No classes on Sunday! Drinking spr--err, no, study Sunday night! Damn!