Welcome to my world. You are now entering the thoughts of an eternal loonybin with approximately 365 shades of other demented characters taking over my puny 5 feet-flat frame of a body.

Poor me? Poor you! Try listening to me whine, puff my chest, and poke you with my ten-ft-pole pride while plotting my impending world domination, will undoubtly, make you scamper after your barf bag and reduce you into a ninny-livered puke-fester.

Only those who have guts as flexible as those of Mr. Fantastic (of Marvel Comics Fantastic Four) and those with fervor for masochistic endeavors, can survive this blog.

Character Mode: The MegalomaniaKUNO

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Message from the saner character: On one hand, this will probably be flushed down the swirling vacuum of nothingness, alongside with those other blogs who died a premature death of being "KSP". But I don't care. Audience or no audience, I'll blog away to unleash my festering soul. After all, this "therapy" is certainly cheaper than shrink fees.

Ok. Here goes… no more editing. In the name of grammatical errors, gibberish thoughts, and all else that fails any Obsessive-Compulsive English Language Snobs (O-CEL) to be impressed with my writing prowess, I will write – unhindered, unbound, and uhmm…uhmmm… ok, I’ll not reach for my thesaurus this time…

So where was I? Oh… here goes:

For the sake of putting something on my pathetically un-updated blog, I WILL WRITE ANYTHING THAT POPS INTO MY BRAIN!!!

So there you go… the game is anything goes. Kinda like those contests I always encounter on allpoetry.com (AP) where they would ask you to just write the first thing that you could think of and then just let your mental juices flow. My friend in AP (her name is Duana) calls this activity as the “blank page exercise” … of which I had interpreted as staring blankly at my pc screen, and hopefully tire my eyes enough to be pronounced as “exercised”.

And now I am just writing freely… never daring to even pause lest you’ll call me out as a “cheater” and declare that I am still plotting to make this thing passable for the revered “nods” of those Insufferably Opinionated Grammar Bores (OIGB- other name of O-CEL) who get the “itch” whenever they’re encountering wrong spellings and grammatical errors in anything they read or hear. (Note: When my plan for world domination takes action, I will recruit those OIGBs in my legion of doom. You’ll fear and hate their presence more than you’ll ever fear and hate those Death Eaters. Speak faultless grammar OR ELSE you’ll get corrected SENSELESS)

So write, I will… I will write… And you will read… read, will you?

Keep me company while I blab. Let’s see if I could come up with any meatier topic than just talking about the subject of nothing. Hmmm… hmmm… hmmm… ok, a question: If “nothing” is talked about, will it become something?

See here: A nobody is being talked about… if a “nobody” is a “nobody” then that “nobody” wouldn’t have anything interesting in his “nobody-ness” to be talked about right? But such things occur… when a nobody is being talked about… and if that is so, then he would turned out to be a somebody because “somebody” are always being talked about. (huh?)

Now, I am talking “nothing”… it would turn into “something” since it was talked about…

So if you‘re still reading this, you’d probably find yourself scratching in the head, all ready to strangle me in irritation, and then screeching at me, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT???”

Beats me. All I know is that the hypothesis is correct: If “nothing” is talked about, it certainly will turn into something… and this, my dear readers, has turned into something –

*CRAP*

Character mode: gibberish mackaw

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Message from the saner character: California-based Filipino-American poet/artist/writer Jessica Hagedor, once said in an interview, “The only way to get around writing is to write”.

Currently listening to: brick by ben folds five