Sciamachy by Noragotcharisma


Sci·am·a·chy noun [sahy-amuh-kee]an act or instance of fighting a shadow or an imaginary enemy.


Temptation. Tempt… tation. Timetation. Yes. Time, the number one enemy.

I am so tempted all the time. I can never win this sciamachy. Sigh, I am a key. Oh, interesting…

But defeat is not an option, I’ve got too much to lose. I will win! I will overcome this devil on my shoulder, I will.  Continue reading

Collaboration by Salman AlKhaledi and Noragotcharisma

SALMAN

Our Father,
Who art in heaven,
hallowed be Thy name;
Thy kingdom come;
Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread;
and forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who trespass against us;
and lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil. 
Amen.  Continue reading

Noah by Noragotcharisma

In order to understand this, you must first learn who Noah really is.

Life has a funny way of changing you. You could be living life in red, like those red lights that scream sin accompanied by loud sinful music. But all the sudden, you stumble on something, so unexpectedly and it makes you evolve to the point where you can no longer stand the sight of those red lights.  Continue reading

“But Daddy I Love Him” by Noragotcharisma

Father, dad. Daddy. You know, that man that overprotects us. Or in more recent terms, the man we’d kill to be his baby mama. Or maybe its just an atheist’s way of kidding around with ole Adam. 

But Eve won’t like that, no no. It’s much too disrespectful. After all, our mother is the one who tames our hostile feelings towards our Father.  Continue reading

Revolution by Noragotcharisma

Clenched fists, enraged hunger, “fighting for rights”. Power to the people, right? Wrong.

You are not your thoughts, your thoughts are not you. Intellectual property is no longer yours. Revolution.

The 21st century is an intellectual revolution. An internal revolution between you and yourself, between you and the person you could have become. But who will win?  Continue reading

Ink by Noragotcharisma

Drip. Drip. Drip. Thick black ink drips into your mind. As you watch television, your head slowly fills up with thick black ink. What was once pure is now coated with darkness. The old entity of what you were is no longer visible. It seeps down into your eyes, completely blinding you. You blink once, twice, once more to be sure, but all you’re faced with is black. You cannot see, your vision has faded. Your direction is fuzzy, unclear, and undeterminable. Your only sense of reality is what you hear. Everyone around you seems to be blinded as well, completely content—is blindness really all that bad?  Continue reading