The Panera

You have seen a deck of cards before, haven’t you? Kings and Queens, ones and twos, yet they all play significant roles in the game. I’m not here for the Kings and Queens no. I’m here for the ones and twos. So if you’re a King or a Queen, this isn’t the free blog for…

Pillow. (Afadjato’s series 2)

A poem. That you condemn the words I say to you, That you reek of hells sulphureous hue, That you'd rather fly with the witches of Axim than spend time with me. Maybe I can't love you enough. So you keep me hidden. Far behind the curtains of smiles and happiness, I'm not the face…

Door. (Afadjato series 1)

Part 1. King The King could hear the drum beat in the distance. Another one was being burnt at the stake. A witch, this time. She had dared to say the earth rather revolves around the sun. How dare she? How dare she even insinuate that the earth wasn't the center of attention? Burn her…

Fuck the past. Huh?

Is there anything like a midlife crisis for someone who isn't even 30 yet? It's not even a misdirection. It's barely a confusion, it's just rage. A rage I usually feel at this time of year, usually because I'm preconditioned to hate my existence around this time. You would too. One day, I spoke about…

Si Vis Amari…

These thoughts, they take over you. One moment you're on your own. On a spree. Laughing at vanilla and calling it crazy. Or simply done with this thing called sex. Usually I need to actively concentrate on what's going on or I'd drift off and start counting the number of times the fan spun. Or…

All partial evil.

The Panera Corona Update. Warning. Adult content. Do not read if you're 20 and below. Do not read if you're a normally reasoning human Do not read if you are faint at heart Do not read if you are suicidal or can't handle nihilistic banter. If you made it past the first two lines, you're…

NonPhysical STI

We've gone over protected sex. And sexual precautions. But one thing we don't really talk about is protecting our hearts or minds. I mean I know that love is a chemical reaction. And basically we're just mammals with raging hormones who need to mate to continue existence so it's nothing deep really. But it's a…

Displaced.

The point of existence is repetitive cycles of living and death. That's it. Nothing else. The ideal man was the man who ate, slept, woke up, pooped, fucked had kids and repeated. But the modern homosapien has found ways of revolving and complicating things. Holding on to deities and what not. Dwelling on insecurities and…

Imagine Demons.

I was on crack. Not bouijie WallStreet cocaine. Hard Detroit crack. The kind you know is killing you quickly but you really can't help yourself. Like you're falling in the shower and you're trying to grip the water and pull yourself up. At a certain point, self help is foolishness. You gotta ask yourself, "what…

Beautiful Suffering

There's beauty in pain. From masochistic tendencies, to sadism to childbirth, even in education, there's a sweetness that lingers when the pain goes away. Metal heads and gym rats preach no pain no gain. But what's the point to pain if there's no gain? I yawned a little and bit the inside of my cheek…

The Church Corrupts.

Holding my phone in solitude after a very powerful service, I'm feeling one thing. Love. Not some fuzzy feeling in my stomach for one physically attractive male, a mental peace, sense of belonging. The church is an asylum, not a Pharisee retreat center. Our churches are full of self righteous people who'd kick you down…