Entry 1
“Here’s looking at you, kid.” A phrase he couldn’t hear anymore. Often enough had he seen the heartbroken man toast to the woman he once loved in another lifetime. No more could he tolerate hearing that depressing song played by the token black pianoman. Why had he let himself be talked into participating in such an endeavor. Yeah, he lost the bet. But twenty-four hours of Casablanca is just too much. And there’s only one way to get rid of it. “Where are you going? We still have five hours to go.” “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”


Entry 2
Mickey Mouse

Black tape gives the illusion of depth
Hidden soul construction set blueprints
Covering over the empty space places

Hang on to the want and care of grief
March to the swollen grave beat
Fall into the sin of simpering

Dreams of fragility and loyal enemy
Born into facility, fiduciary understanding
Gone no more into senility hurricane

All gone to that the inferior situate
The lethargy sticking to the divan
Diva mentality sucking at lite living

Tom Thumb all grownup again
Relaxing reflecting on the insincerity
Raining God’s deception apathy

Hollow pain of casualty dreaming life
Falling broken burning dead inside.


Entry 3
What are we but mortal lies?
Never
to face the truth,
too scare to open our eyes,
never
watching reality.

The ruling of our society
suppresses free wills;
Fooling of a variety.
It slowly kills…

It is all one, I believe.
we should all unite
in our suppression of what we conceive
to be ethically right.

Do not cover our eyes perception.
Let us peer through the window.
Manipulations destroys our conception-
tints the malnourished mind.

What are we?
What do we truly prove and know?
Je pense que je suis
and that me and you will shortly return below.


Entry 4
Chemistry - Between Us

The remembrance of you always made my tears fell uncontrollably.

“Nice to meet you,” He looked at me, and I looked at him too.

Our gaze locked for the first time.

I watch solemnly as your life faltered away.

“Every time I lock my eyes on yours, I felt a spark,” He told me.

I retorted, but actually I felt those sparks too.

I placed your favourite flowers on your grave.

“I love you ever since I found a chemistry between us,” His lips on mine.

Bittersweet.

“I love you too,” I whispered, hoping it would reach you, in heavens.


Entry 5
She was surrounded, stuck on the rooftop with no possibility of escape.  They were coming for her.  All day long they had chased her across the city until in her desperation she had ran through the door of an old abandoned building and found her way to the roof. They were coming up the stairs now.  She could feel vibrations of their steps in the wooden roof.  Clomp, Clomp, Clomp of heavy boots on the steps rattling the building.  She hides further behind the chimney, as the door opens she held her doll closer to her.
She began to cry.