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Welcome to Volume 6 of The Marocharim Experiment. This blog is authored and maintained by Marocharim, the self-professed antichrist of new media.

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Marocharim is a 21-year-old college senior from the University of the Philippines Baguio, majoring in Social Anthropology and has a minor in Political Science. He lives with his parents, his brother and his sister in Baguio City - having been born and raised there all his life. He is the author of three book-versions of The Marocharim Experiment.

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April 25, 2005
Snake Eyes

< it's starting to clog my throat... [invective] milky way chocolate bars >

   The lights come crashing down on my table as I clutch the dice in my hand.  People start staring at me, wondering if I'm going to land that winning combination.

   I shake.  I rattle.  I roll.  I dance to the tune of Elvis Presley songs as I finally let go...

   Snake eyes.

   This isn't Vegas.  This is real life.

   I wonder if I'm bound by the rules of chance.  Destiny is something I don't believe in.  I never was a believer in pre-ordered states of affairs, where there's a reason for everything.  Now it's different.  God is a kid in the arcade whacking moles, and why I even come up is something I couldn't explain.  I don't even know if I'm too far gone to even go.  Just leave the tables.  I've won it all... except for one.

   Time is the worst healer, like alcohol doused over a gaping wound... sandpapered, rubbed, dipped in hot water and drowned in a vat of bile.  I need to be a bit more descriptive.  It's high time I took my own heart out of my chest, throw it away, and see just how much I like it.  I already did.  Here I am, a man without a heart, rolling the dice and turning the cards.  For what reason?  There's nothing more frustrating in life than to realize and recognize reasons and destiny... and see it all fade away.  When you've seen the sunset you realize you can never get to see it in time.  It's lost forever.

   There's no worse feeling in the world.

   Am I a bit too emotional?  Maybe.  It just hurts too much.

Posted at Monday, April 25, 2005 by marocharim


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