Call me the Goddess of Sian-ness

SIAN ARH!
My life is so boring... and mundane... and SIAN...

if sian-ness can take on a life of its own, it would be a monster, with fangs that dripped venom which is even more poisonous than that of Alien... (and no, I am not referring to the Alien in that crap Alien vs Predator movie, but the Real Alien)

It would be darkness itself, slinking around in the depths of your mind, your brain, your soul. Slithering around, leaving its trail of slime in your entrails, creeping around, sucking up all happiness within you. As you feel your life's energy ebbing lower and lower, you sink into a surreal dreamlike quality. The world takes on a haziness, not unlike that of the haze caused by the Sumatran forest fires. You wander around your home like a zombie, wondering about what you're doing with your life, and what the hell you're doing wandering around your home like a zombie.

The thought process gets jammed, coherent, logical thought is lost... all that comes into your mind is the eternal burning question, what am I doing with my life. And there is no answer to that. For that is a philosopical thought or question for people who are smart. Others like me, plagued by the god of sianness are incapable and unable to figure out the answer to that.

People who can, are in denial. For, life is many things. and life should be bigger than that. but dreams are even bigger than life. so as you sink into the afternoon heat, asking yourself "what am I doing with my life", the question remains unanswered, and another question comes to mind, "what am I doing with my dreams?" and you remain stuck. For, if you don't even know what to do with your life, then what can you do about your dreams?

as the sun sinks, you sink even lower into the sofa, for a brief moment, as the air cools down, and the lights dim, you realise, that nothing has been accomplished for the day. Time spent pondering life's question for which there is no answer, comes back to haunt you. As your mind sobers up at the reality of a wasted day, you wonder at the power of the God of Siandom.

For worshipping the God of Siandom is nothing. There is no pride in that... Sianness is for the incapable. The Capable work and slave. Bored and blind worshippers of the God of Sianness are incapable. For they stay at home, and allow their brains to rot.. within the filth that it was born in. Even as this blog gets written, the brain is melting, into an oozing black oil-like mush, slithering into the recesses of the head, infecting all that it touches.

Slowly, with the rotting of the brain, vision is lost, and your eyes will sink into its cavity, leaving a hollow where your eyes once were. your blood slowly gets polluted and turns black, your skin gets infected... pus starts to ooze out, from all small little wounds. Touching it only serves to turn your flesh into congealed mess.

You lie down on your bed in horror, for all strength is lost. And, your head sinks into your pillow, and flesh sticks onto the bedsheets. you realised, that your soul is lost in a nightmarish world, where everyone works and has a purpose in life. they slave away in their own world, and on and on they work. As you give out a soundless scream, crying out for your purpose in life in that world where the sun shines, you realise, that you have been forgotten, as you cry for the death of yourself in your bed. Nobody knows, nor care. You realise... the world is lost to you. And all hope is lost. Death creeps up on you, and his cold touch brings about a sense of release... from the callous world you were in. Devoid of warmth, you welcome this new unthinking world, where there is no thought, a vacuum, where pple sit around tweedling their thumbs... yah right.

END!

I think I should name this eulogy of a dying non-worker. Somebody save me from boredom! I would rather be an idiot and working at something then an idiot sitting at home allowing brain rot while I watch program after program.

wahaha.. but still.. mebbe this has the makings for a horror show! wahahaha...