The Monk and the Priest.2.- The Memoirs of Murphy

Do I assume you remember the Memoirs of Occam? Well, I guess I should assume so. Twas’ but the whole point. Did you know that the previous sentence is underlined in red, green and blue by Microsoft Word? It was but the whole point.

Something that can go wrong, will go wrong. It is not my fault that probability is a bitch, but so is life. And Karma. Poor poor Karma. It really isn’t Karma’s fault. Blaming Karma and cussing does not make you a better person, nor does it justify your action’s morality. But on those few occasions when Karma is so OP and just taking your case out the window, you still can’t blame her because what goes around, comes around. What could go wrong, just went wrong.

I mean to only do something with my life. Everyone is doing something worthwhile. What am I doing? Nothing would be the wrong answer. The write answer is nothing right. I go to the super market to buy bread. Turns out that it’s gotten occupants of a different kind. So sue me.

Intentions, no matter how pure, need to produce results. People seem to have a potential to achieve. People seem to have a potential to excel. People seem to have an innate ability to not deliver on their expectations. Is it so hard to get up every morning, tidy yourself up and your room, go to college on time, listen in class, eat only your lunch, stay awake in the next period, come back home, complete your daily lessons/record work/curriculum, socialize, have dinner and sleep by 9pm to get up the next day at 6am? No, it is not hard at all. My intentions are to do the same. Am I doing that? Well, no. Something goes wrong. I get up at 8, don’t tidy my bed, go late to college, don’t listen in class, eat everyone’s lunch, sleep in the next hour, come home late, don’t complete my daily objectives, sit online on Facebook, have dinner and sleep by 2am. How could I go wrong in following a simple schedule!?

Then again, I am just a poor boy and I need no sympathy, because am easy come, easy go, little high, little low. Any way the wind blows, it doesn’t really matter to me. Tooo meee. Well what I meant to say is that I am just a human being being human. Someone had said that to err is human. I don’t know who but I am too busy forgiving the people in the world for their mistakes. Tch.

Then why do people expect others to be perfect! Why do they expect themselves to be perfect? Does humanity exist only to be wished gone!? Well, one’s faith in humanity seems to be diminishing faster than the rate it is being restored, or so I am told.

Wait a minute, does anybody know what we are looking for? Ummm… Well anyhow, the show must go on. Have I told you the story about the monk and the priest?

Murdock Memories: Degrees of Boredom

“Chains and chance cannot control the creed,

not the creed of mankind; a different breed,
bound by the chains he howls in great pain,
what is to lose when there’s nothing to gain..

A demon arose from the searing smoke
of the sorry eternal dreamless bloke,
who sat on a throne and dreamed no more,
till the day that death felt no remorse..

The demon ruled this far away kingdom,
and took away all the sleep and freedom,
the men too grew dreamless, in its captivity,
and this lead to the death of creativity..

Until the day came when the sun finally set,
a knight in gold armor the Black demon met,
he could not see what the knight’s dreams meant,
for he was but a small little kid the Sandman sent..”

Everyone waits.

Some wait for their life to arrive on a silver platter.
Some wait for the lost to return.
Some wait for the cow to jump over the moon so they may run away with the spoon.
Some wait for the night to fall so they may come out of the closet and from under the bed.
Some wait for the train to come and take them to a far-away place called home.
Some wait for the curtain to rise.
Some wait for the snow to fall.
Some wait for the sun to set. Some wait for the sun to set.

Everyone waits.