The Final Gathering

An artist painted the sky black
A dilettante said that it’s such a drag
But the devil didn’t care
All he wanted to do was glare
So he wore a full red suit
A pair of torn brown leather boots
And a wayfarer sunglasses
Finally, he kissed his missus

He levitated himself to the meeting location
The main gate is guarded by the two headed lion
After a long walk, he entered a room
A God, a prophet, a martyr, and a fake has just created a doom
God Himself, Jesus Christ, Joan of Arc, and Icarus all became loons
The devil felt that he should be better at home watching cartoons
Everyone in the room but the devil bursted into laugh
He wished his ear was deaf

The devil sat between Icarus and Joan of Arc
Suddenly the room became very dark
Someone in the room turned on the projector
The devil felt like a soap opera actor
God unleashed His droning sound
The other people in the room were suddenly bound
The projector projected a sentence which read, “When should we blow up the sun?”
Then everybody except the devil picked up their gun
Yes, everybody except the devil
He is not a rebel
He is just afraid
Afraid of the great big raid

The devil suddenly ran
He didn’t care if he’s going to be banned
As he ran, two big holes accidentally showed in the back of his red suit
Those two holes exhibited two white wing roots
Then he cried
He cried while he once again flew to avoid the flirts of the black coloured sky

“Black sky, goodbye.”

Any Reason, God?

Let’s get straight to the point, because who knows that the end will come too fast that I haven’t got the chance to finish this post. You have to read this post quickly too, because who knows the end will come too fast that you haven’t got the chance to finish reading this post.

Days ago, West Java and Jakarta was attacked by a seven-point-something richter scale earthquake. I was in Bandung when the earthquake occured. Sure, it was nothing compared to Aceh’s tsunami tragedy, but the latest earthquake occurence is surely the scariest earthquake experience that I have ever felt. After the earthquake, I saw my own reflection in the mirror. My lips were pale. I am very afraid at that time.

Hours later, there were rumours about a follow up earthquake. Not just an earthquake, but an eight-point-six richter scale earthquake. Fucking terror. I am afraid, of course. I even started to think whether it’s going to be the end of the world or not. Well, lucky for me, a rumour is just a rumour. Nothing more.

Enough about the earthquake.

Why do God created solar system and all of its habitants if in the end He decided to destroy all of it? What is His purpose of making us? What is our purpose? Is God too arrogant to explain all of this to us? Was God being irresponsible and reckless when He threw us here? Was God took the wrong choice when He chose Adam and Eve rather than the devil? Those were the questions that was flying around in my head shortly after the earthquake. I am not saying that I haven’t think about those things before, but the urge to find the answers to those questions really increase shortly after the earthquake.

Those questions, I have the answers for. It may not be good, but at least I tried.

To think of it, God created human being without no exact purpose known to mankind. There are no exact explanation about it. God also created natural disasters without no exact purpose known. Does God created natural disasters to see us human being suffers? After all, He likes to be worshipped. He likes to feel superior. Don’t believe? Thoroughly check your own religion’s holy book.

Since there are no exact explanation about those questions, we have to die first to get the answers. As for me, I like to think that God created the solar system, the habitants, and the natural disasters to have something to see. For me, we are God’s Real World. We are God’s The Osbournes. We are God’s Survivor. We are God’s Amazing Race. Heck, we are even God’s Laguna Beach. Yes, we are God’s own reality show. Maybe a life in heaven is not as exciting as life on planet earth and doesn’t provide as many great shows on the television as earth does. Like David Byrne said, “Heaven is a place where nothing ever happened.” So, in able to still be far more superior than human being, He decided to create a reality show with many characters in it, complex story with many layers, and a never ending episode filled with laughters that is caused by something funnier than any Scrubs’ jokes, sadness that is caused by something deeper than any soap opera scripts, conflicts more complex than any David Lynch’s movie, disasters more groundbreaking that God Himself is capable of.

Did you read this post quick enough to reach this point? Or did another calamity already take place? Well, all I can say is just good luck.

The Alien Took His Last Extravagance

Fool around. Listen to some music, then create some new ones.  Pop as much pills as he’s capable of. Smoke weed. Watch as much Scorsese as he can. Drink a full bottle of whiskey. Browse the world through a monitor screen. Smoke some more. Eat some munchies. Another reefer is rolled. Get tanned at the side of the beach while he smoke another joint. Fuck someone’s girlfriend. Watch as much Polanski as he can. Create a personal musical masterpiece. Drink a full bottle of vodka. Fuck the cheapest whore available. Watch as much Tarantino as he can. That are the exact order of activities that he probably does in the amount of one day. And no, he never sleeps.

His name is…, well, it’s not very important what his name is. The most important thing is he is the kind of man that can do whatever he likes. Plus, he is gorgeous. He’s the ultimate sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll kind of man. He will make Keith Richards looks like a fucking choirboy, if only he’s as rich as Mr. Richards. In fact, he don’t have much money. No, he don’t need any money.  All he need in his life is his freedom. But still, he can maintain his sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll life. And no, I don’t have any idea of how he does it. All I can say is, he really enjoy his life to the fullest. He is as free as the Polish when the TV news informed them that Adolf Hitler is dead, as free as a mother when she gave birth to her child, and as free as the best orgasmic experience you have ever felt. Such extravagance.

But soon, something will change.

“Knock… knock… knock…”

The man is sitting in his dirty and ripped sofa smoking a joint when his apartment door is producing a withered knocking. In fact, it is too withered and the man felt that there is something wrong with it. His sensitivity at sounds tells him that he never has a guess that knocked so witherly before. He glanced the clock in his apartment wall, the minute hand is pointing at number two and the hours hand is pointing a bit past number ten. To bury his feeling of curiousity, he put his joint in his black ashtray that is located  on the floor not far from his feet and wore his black dirty t-shirt.

“Knock… knock… knock…,” the withered knocking is produced again.

“Waiiitttt…!,” said the man as he approached his apartment door and guessing who is the withered-knocking-human behind his apartment door.

So, the man has arrived in front of his own apartment door and quickly turn the doorknob.

“Click.”

He open the door slowly.

The door is now completely open and the man can easily see who or what is behind his apartment door.

The man’s mouth is widely open. He want to scream but nothing can come out from his mouth. His eyes shows that he is completely surprised and afraid. He want to close his apartment door and ran back to his sofa so he can continue smoking his joint and forget about this incidence for the rest of his life, but he felt that his feet is nailed to the floor. He never felt this afraid before. What is standing in front of him is something that he never seen before.

Alien.

Yes, that is what standing in front of him right now.

But no, it’s not an alien.

The alien takes off his mask and shows the man his child face. It is a way to explain the man that the alien face is just a mask. Conversely, he is just a child that want to find someone different and unique that can take a good care of him. Strangely, the man still looks afraid. Very afraid. Then, the child cried.

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A burning sound has indicated that the man’s joint has burn away. An occurence that also indicates that his extravagance has been stolen.

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Hello earth.

It’s been a long while since I blog. Want to know why? Yes, you’re exactly right! It is because of college! The last semester has been tiring. It will be completely okay if the classes aren’t boring. Lucky me, all the classes are fucking boring. Now, I am trying to blog before it gets busier in my college life and busy college life makes me too lazy to update my blog. Well actually, I just posted something hours ago, but it is not a storytelling kind of writing like this one is going to be.

Now, you must be wondering, “What’s with the question mark as the title of this smart ass’ post?” Well, it is because I haven’t got any idea what will I write about for this post. So, to solve this problem I will use a random method. The random that I mention here means that I will write about whatever pops from my brain and whatever my fingers tells me to write in the time of five seconds. So, shall I start?

The five seconds has ended in my counting.

Do you want to know what I will write in this post of mine? Really? Okay. The random method told me that my brain and my fingers wants me to write about love. Eh?

Well, okay, I admit it. It is already planned before that I want to write about love. Actually, I chose this theme because I felt that I owe you guys a story that I haven’t told you because of my busy and boring college life. Oh, and I want to make you all jealous.

“Love can’t be define and describe. It’s abstract and absurd at the same time. Some random quotes from either famous people or random ones can’t give you the answers about what love is. I am not even sure whether God himself can define and describe what love really is.” -Reno Nismara-

So, yes, I have a girlfriend. You must be wondering, “What kind of a girlfriend can this brainless monster have?” Well actually, she’s a kick ass kind of a girl. The kind that can kick your ass so hard, you will feel the kick from that monster from Cloverfield like a kick from a cute little puppy. Want to see her picture? Should I attach a photo of her in this post? Nah, I don’t think so. It would make you a lot more jealous than you already is. I pity you. Oh yeah, we’re going to have our third months anniversary in the 25th of June. Too fast to call it love? I don’t think so. You do think so? Well, you don’t know what we’ve been through, mate. We’ve seen the most beautiful ruin, we’ve travel the definite to the infinite, and we talk a lot. This has been wonderful for us. Isn’t that right, peach?

Pig’s Farm

Liars, corruptors, fakers, police, environmentalists, talk show hosts, hypocrites, junkies, politicians, lawyers, lovers, psychiatrists, gangsters, chief executive officers, geniuses, supermodels, bloggers, prophets, actors, students, entrepreneurs, fortune tellers, hackers, magicians, teachers, whores, accountants, journalists, photographers, alcoholics, poets, scientists, drivers, athletes, musicians, writers, directors, beggars, fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, sons, daughters, uncles, aunts, cousins, nieces, nephews, grandfathers, grandmothers, great grandfathers, great grandmothers, et cetera et cetera et cetera.

They’re all pigs, and they all live in this pig farm we call Earth.

Me, you, and everyone we know. Tragic.

No Update

What the fuck are you doing here? It is exactly like the title above.

No fucking update. Go away.

The Clock is Ticking-Tocking

“Tick… tock… tick… tock…,” that’s the sound of the clock, the sound of our reminder, the sound of our boss telling us what to do. Like any boss, the clock still can get confuse sometimes. Actually, it always get confuse.

“Why does it always get confuse?”
That must be the question that is running over your head when you read the first paragraph of this post.

“I have an answer for you.”
That is my response to your question. You better be ready for my answer.

I bet you already realized that a clock is always ticking and tocking 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, or in short 24/7. I believe that you also already realized that a clock has 1-12 as its number.

“What can you determine from you explanations, moron?”
Of course, that must be your response when you read my post at this point.

“Be patient, readers. I will explain the answer. Ready or not, here I come.”
That is my reply when you asked such dumb question.

I determined that a clock is always confused because it always ticking and tocking by making many circles. Why is it always ticking and tocking and making circles? Because it still searching for something that it cannot found, which is the number 13.

“What the fuck are you talking about, idiot?”
Another dumb question from you.

“Nothing, I am just bored.”
Another dumb reply from me.

Another dumb post by me.

Angan

Hunuskan pedang sampai putus
Tanamkan jantung di tanah tandus
Arungi darah yang berarus
Jangan hanya berdiam di dalam kubus

Runcingkan taring
Atas bawah depan belakang samping
Pecahkan semua berkeping-keping
Jangan menunggu semua hingga kering

Tebas semua rintangan
Injak seluruh perasaan kehilangan
Lupakan semua kenangan
Gelap dan terang harus dijalankan

Namun semua hanya mimpi
Tak lebih dari ilusi
Aku hanya bisa bersembunyi
Dan membuat puisi menyedihkan ini

Lina Geboy

Forget Madonna. Forget Britney Spears. Forget Jenna Jameson. Forget Paris Hilton. Forget Christina Aguilera. Forget Inul Daratista. Forget Kim Kardashian. Forget Demi Moore. Forget Luna Maya. Forget Bjork. Forget Grace Slick. Forget Nancy Spungen. Forget Hayley Williams. Forget Maria Ozawa. Forget Alice Glass. Forget Natasha Khan. Forget Agyness Deyn. Forget Lily Allen. Forget Audrey Hepburn. Forget Deborah Harry. Forget Buck Angel. Forget Janis Joplin. Forget Lovefoxxx. Forget Winona Ryder. Forget Nico. Forget Shannyn Sossamon. Forget Dewi Persik. Forget the girl that is sitting beside you. Forget the girl that you made love with. Forget the girl that gave you a lapdance. Forget your mother. This is much sexier. Or not.

I admit it, I was exaggerating. I just want to post this disgusting live performance video from an Indonesian female dangdut singer, but I don’t know what are the reasons to post this video, so I exaggerated by comparing her to almost everybody that are famous, sexy, and controversial, which are her characteristics. Well, she is not actually sexy. Instead, she is cheap. Oh yeah, her name is Lina Geboy. In English, it means The Plump Lina. For your information, she is the hottest, no, the cheapest export from Indonesia. Oh, maybe I want to post the video because I want you to know the example of an Indonesian product, which is quite cheap, quite rubbish, and quite shameful.

Enjoy!

Tanda Titik

Di dunia sastra, tanda titik adalah tanda yang memberhentikan sebuah kata, sebuah kalimat, dan bahkan sebuah cerita.

Di dunia dialog atau percakapan, tanda titik itu digunakan untuk memberhentikan sebuah perkataan dan pernyataan.

Di dunia nyata, menurut saya tanda titik itu adalah sebuah metafora dari kematian. Namun, apakah di dunia nyata kita akan menemukan tanda titik? Atau hanya sebuah koma? Atau malah banyak koma?

Orang bijak berkata, “Semua yang mempunyai awalan pasti akan mempunyai akhir.” Apakah iya? Apakah tanda titik itu sedang bersembunyi di bawah hidung kita? Atau apakah malah tanda koma  yang bersembunyi di mata kaki kita? Entahlah. Dan saya juga akan berkata entah jika anda bertanya kepada saya untuk apa saya menulis hal seperti ini.