Drabbles by dominick (detective books to read .txt) 📕

1
My love is departing. Apparently, I am hollow but fully occupied like the grounds of an open flea market. Nonetheless, I love romance! I know how to treat a woman well; love is fickle, but I know of its wonders; I write poetry akin to essays about Darkmatter.
“She means you are spiritless. Your incubator for dissimilarity is an attic. You gather knowledge but situate it using western Feng shui ways. You have forgotten that at one time knowledge was a form of ignorance and to be boastful about ignorance requires spirit and intrepidity. Basically, she wants a bad boy.”
2
Kaisa’s stomach grumbled, because it couldn’t digest what lay stubbornly in its depths. She soon began to relate to the little consistent hurt as a part of life. She assumed every human had an ounce of relentless pain that was as common as a petty pleasure.
What caused the pain? It was a small piece of non-existence that was condensed into a pebble. That “pebble” was the incarnation of a human’s awareness of a state of unarguable nihilism: death. If a man could lay eyes on the pebble, his senses would go deaf and he wouldn’t comprehend a single desire.
3
The actor. Your actions were unavoidable, but you know they were evil. You cannot accept the deed was unfortunate but yet natural, so you slander your deed afterward. Therefore, you get the pleasure of being like a beast, the pleasure in belittling the actions of a beast, the pleasure in being scorned and being the rebuker, and get to stay obedient to your ethical standards without having to adapt to new ones, which endorse your “evil” ways better. You do a good deed; you do an evil deed. What does it matter? Guilt/ redemption are simply meant to glorify you.

Publication Date: 08-17-2010

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