|A Duckwork Orange!|
The darkest dayThe darkest days have been the Sundays lately.The darkest day by Bonnzai
It's still black as pitch in the BB corner: I'm stuck on a creek without a peddle, not sure where to go but what to do, all I can see is things getting worse... I should never have let it get this far. For the past two or three months I've been living day by day, attempting to work on the bigger tasks and failing spectacularly.
It's getting harder and harder to undertake lengthier projects. Numerous art works in progress have been flat on their back for weeks. Playing piano, drawing, back to work on learning Japanese... it's all getting harder. What's the point of learning a couple of extra kanji now, if I may be under a bridge tomorrow? My game... the drawings for which I spent hours of research are not getting wrapped up. Stories aren't written down. The music I was writing, the bass solo pieces, the sonata for panflute, the paraphony, the street opera, the ballet, chorals, none of these are in working operable position. They all ne
Titled, done and done, and I do mean done.Titled, done and done, and I do mean done. by Bonnzai
There's been a lot in the media about suicide lately. Probably since a famous actor took the shortcut to the final stop: the World Health Organisation releases an alarming report and documentaries on the subject pop up frequently. In this light, and now that my problems have reached the state where I can't see the solution anymore, I've finally decided to write this, my own experiences, hoping to be educational: there are hundreds of different stories that can lead to the same downer ending. This is mine. I am not yet sure how this will serve: as a final letter, a last message to the world, as a way to write it off, as a memento so I'll never forget how I feel right now... I'll start with a general overview of My Life So Far and will explain the troubles I experience in depth later. My apologies for my style: I'm not a native speaker. Plus I have this ghastly black sense of humour, so expect a totally inappropriate joke here and there.
An Etiological TaleIn a small town in Tennessee there lived a young inventor named Roger, with his wife Mary Ann. Mary Ann was a housewife, devout and the daughter of a priest.An Etiological Tale by Bonnzai
One day, a businessman came to Roger with a difficult job. He said:
"My company produces small electronics, like radios, headphones and alike. These items are expensive, but also prone to theft. Could you device a way of wrapping such items so that:
-it's transparent, the items must be visible from the outside;
-it can't easily be opened, to discourage thieves;
-it is firm so the contents are protected, to minimize damage before the products are used;
-the company name, instructions and attractive pictures should be able to be included in a visible way;
-for easy display purposes there must be a hole in it that won't tear up by the product's weight.
If you can design such a package, my company will pay any cost of patent, you can attach your own name to it, and you will be richer than you can ever imagine!"
Since Roger was not a v