10 - Abaissement Du Niveau Mental #2 [explicit]

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Nigerian Diaries

Mon 04?

22:58pm  "There he goes... comatose" sings Mike Patton.



Funny how your surroundings creep in to your veins over time. They creep into your consciousness until you find there's nothing abnormal. What used to shock you is now the exact opposite.

Abuja shocked me. The cleanliness... the picturesque scenery. I'm back "home" now... no more shocks. No more delusions. I've found where I belong. This is it.



These days I smile as I pass horribly deformed and mutilated beggars on my way to work. They cling to the window of the car, sensing that a white boy like me must have a shit-load of money to give em. They ramble on with a muted and desperate version of English, as they try to catch my eye through the window, or even just get a few seconds of my attention.

They get neither.

The first few days I was here I wanted to save everybody... it's just a natural reaction by compassionate beings to an horrific situation. Our minds tell us the situation is totally unacceptable and that something must be done.

But what?

The smile of immediacy is there for a reason. I am evolving. My emotions are evolving. Or, should that be, becoming extinct?



00:18am

Should be sleeping - resting for my next long day of hard work. Should have done many things, but as the master of procrastination I chose none. I chose drunkeness... I chose irresponsibility... the unpredictable and impulsive, which will ironically transform into the lame and cliche.



[ insert here some crazed doodles ]




Or would you prefer the mass-murder option?

A car bomb perhaps?

Maybe hijack a commercial airliner and have your loyal disciples steer it into a self-destructive destiny of your pet hate? Your petty hate. Petty man with petty visions... though they unfortunately overshadow those of the supposed saviour. The clown in a suit. Proof of the undeniable presence of corrupt politics. Undeserved thrones. Avoidable mistakes. Boy president - go suck daddy's weiner.




[ insert here some more crazed doodles ]




And the wind cries "go to fucken bed!"






Author's Notes/Comments: 

The result of excess drinking, whilst overdosing on hotel room CNN. You should see the doodles... :op

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Zarya Estel's picture

wow...i love the way you think and how you've put all of these thoughts together to really capture the human mind in its most calm state (in my mind). this is something i'd probably write on a 3 A.M. adventure in the darkness of my room in front of a computer. it's great. check out some of my work.