Who Am I?
- Enlothien
- Kepong, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
- Yes just what the title says,this Vessel which the Soul called ArunaSena now occupies has completely lost it.
What did i Read?
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How to use D-blog...5 years ago
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My 1st blog ever!14 years ago
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Saturday, May 29, 2010
Justice Episode 2 : Rolling Armadillos Clouds of Candy Floss
1:50 AM | 
Posted by
Enlothien
To experience pain means you are still alive not dead and certainly not a drain. The feeling is bliss. Euphoric. Orgasmic. You will feel every part of you every strain of hair and every impulse flowing thru your synapses every receptor triggering a message you are injured. A man once said that "your mind controls the body and not otherwise"
that man was Bruce Lee.
Blood continue to drip as I fled the scene. Consciousness is fading real quick. My objective to reach my safehouse ASAP. Medication will be waiting for me there. I had attended advance first aid and basic nursing in a medical collage and I am about to see if this lessons are going to pay off.
Made it. Hot water is ready as I dip the Swiss Knife in. The taste of the Cognac lingers in my throat. Lets savour the taste once I am done with this. The bullet is embedded deep in my shoulder just beneath the scapula.
That night I scream as the wasted god barren city sleeps in silent. Yes I scream followed by echoes of laughter in the dark.
"What the hell happen here?" asked the Detective to the investigating officer.
"I don't know sir. Looks like they weree butchered. Small time drug pushers."
"Any shots fired?" as the Detective took a walk along the scene of the crime, eyes searching for Clues that will answer this riddle in the dark.
"Yeah we do couple of rounds here and there from their automatics. Pretty much that all we got boss"
"Any witness...wait don't bother" as he climb up some stacks of paper in the warehouse to the ceiling and started banging on the grilled air vent.
" Find the where is this being transmitted to" he added as he pointed to the officer the CCTV camera.
The detective came back down do a sweep at the warehouse and step outside lighting his bane. His cancer stick. At 37 diagnosed with hyper tension he shouldn't be smoking. But with a job that pays peanuts and a pending divorce and a daughter that blames you, a stick an hour is certainly a bliss.
as the stick slowly burns in that chill quiet night he ask himself who would want to silent these bunch of small timers. Rival dealers? Turf war? Who? As the stick slowly reaches the filter he flicks it across the street and then lit another one.
"Looks like I am gonna be up all night with this"
His eyes slowly opens as the creeping sunlight manages to shine on them. Twitching and groaning he lept out of bed. Shower. Warm water. The smell of coffee brewing. He made the right choice picking the Java beans over the Guatamala. He smiled at his reflection as he shave himself. Fresh images of the killings flood his mind. He cut himself on the chin.
He smile and realise a tear escaped his left eye.
that man was Bruce Lee.
Blood continue to drip as I fled the scene. Consciousness is fading real quick. My objective to reach my safehouse ASAP. Medication will be waiting for me there. I had attended advance first aid and basic nursing in a medical collage and I am about to see if this lessons are going to pay off.
Made it. Hot water is ready as I dip the Swiss Knife in. The taste of the Cognac lingers in my throat. Lets savour the taste once I am done with this. The bullet is embedded deep in my shoulder just beneath the scapula.
That night I scream as the wasted god barren city sleeps in silent. Yes I scream followed by echoes of laughter in the dark.
"What the hell happen here?" asked the Detective to the investigating officer.
"I don't know sir. Looks like they weree butchered. Small time drug pushers."
"Any shots fired?" as the Detective took a walk along the scene of the crime, eyes searching for Clues that will answer this riddle in the dark.
"Yeah we do couple of rounds here and there from their automatics. Pretty much that all we got boss"
"Any witness...wait don't bother" as he climb up some stacks of paper in the warehouse to the ceiling and started banging on the grilled air vent.
" Find the where is this being transmitted to" he added as he pointed to the officer the CCTV camera.
The detective came back down do a sweep at the warehouse and step outside lighting his bane. His cancer stick. At 37 diagnosed with hyper tension he shouldn't be smoking. But with a job that pays peanuts and a pending divorce and a daughter that blames you, a stick an hour is certainly a bliss.
as the stick slowly burns in that chill quiet night he ask himself who would want to silent these bunch of small timers. Rival dealers? Turf war? Who? As the stick slowly reaches the filter he flicks it across the street and then lit another one.
"Looks like I am gonna be up all night with this"
His eyes slowly opens as the creeping sunlight manages to shine on them. Twitching and groaning he lept out of bed. Shower. Warm water. The smell of coffee brewing. He made the right choice picking the Java beans over the Guatamala. He smiled at his reflection as he shave himself. Fresh images of the killings flood his mind. He cut himself on the chin.
He smile and realise a tear escaped his left eye.
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