# mutator is setter
# understand this then you’ll
# understand the true concept of life
Well, in an ongoing effort to combat my lying problem, my therapist suggested that I start by writing just one truthful sentence to just anybody that i know or barely know. You know what they say: The journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step. Well, here goes:
“F[uck], you are a depressed mofo. Neither anti-depressant nor shrink can help you. Suicide is the only answer for you. Just go and stab your big rounded belly with a spoon.”
P.S.: Just before you going to kill yourself, go get one nice blowjob. I don’t want you to die with a not-knowing feelings.
A morbid reply:
Suicide is tempting.
On New Year Eve, as I waited at the ERL station, the PA system reminding of the incoming Express Train that sped in full throttle to its destination. My body seemed to float itself beyond the yellow line, defying gravity with my obese mind of turbidity. It’s not death that I saw, but a fleeting flash of physical detachment. The soul didn’t soar, but shredded by the reality of the colliding physics between the transition world of mortal and the endless.
In the Airside Transit Hotel, I spent a night there as I feel like — quoting yours — “stabbing my big rounded belly with a spoon”. It’s my sanctum sanctorum. It’s therapeutic travelling in the ERL. Lounging at Alamanda, situated a Precint away from the Putrajaya station. I check-in later at KLIA for a night of catharsis.