Captain's logs

Day 2,642, 03:54 • Published in Slovenia Slovenia • by manicni poet
Captain’s log, Star date 130510
Drinking my 3rd morning coffee without cigarette. The pain is constant now and makes me remember the times when I tried to pull the Romulan anal probe out with my bare hand. The reactions are slow, thoughts wander. My rabbit is scared and stopped eating. His little rabbit face covered with rabbit fear, his little paws shaking like Vulcan retards on steroids …

Captain’s log, Star date 140510
They say pain is just weakness leaving the body but I have to disagree. It fuels my sick mind like kerosene, it sucks out my soul like an Earthly woman. Fourth morning coffee without cigarette has hit me in the face with full force and is now laughing at me as I am crawling on the floor embarrassed and empty. I am falling apart and there’s nothing I can do to make it stop.

Captain’s log, Star date 150510
After five long and painful days drinking coffee with cigarette. The relief is instant, pain is gone and my thoughts are starting to make sense again. My spirit journey was long and full of painful experiences but my understanding of the darkest depths of human soul is now complete. We are the most corrupted species in the Universe.

Captain’s log, Star date 160510
Since I’m an atheist and all my Sundays are usually pretty boring. No talking to God, no angel voices of ol’ pedophiles singing from the altar while young ministrants are still recalling last night’s visit. Nor do I have some weird afternoon routine like taking a bow before taking a dump or singing Narcotic backwards while desperately trying to kiss my own ass.

Captain’s log, Star date 170510
Today I realized that Man is the loneliest creature in the Universe. Bound by his own stupidity and cursed with the morning erection, life’s meaning reduced to fucking yet another lost soul. His mind corrupted, his actions misunderstood. He is slowly sinking to the dark side. Alone and horny.

Captain’s log, Star date 180510
Relationships are like assholes, everybody’s got one. In relationships our dark side comes to front revealing man’s true nature. It’s ugly, hairy and it stinks. There is no other way. You were warned. I’m sorry.

Captain’s log, Star date 190510
After the sun there comes the rain. After birth there comes the pain. It’s inevitable. The clouds are gathering and I hear distant thunderstorms. A woman screams nearby but I don’t give a fuck. My mind sick, my thoughts disgusting. I am weak. I punch myself in the face but it leads to no revelation. The eternity of emptiness. It’s cold and dark. But I like it. I am one dirty fuck.