hypnotic junkie

it all started when i was scared of turning into a homo homo sapien. i had just come down from a recent break-up which is another stupid event but it had racked up my psyche deeply. My poor cognitive development was faced with all this psychological distortion i resorted to the heavens for inner peace. so i join this religious charismatic youth group - wait, verrrrry charismatic youth group - which included such activities as (of course) raising your hands, jumping, and dancing, but wait! there’s more!! there’s singing and hold you breath… SPEAKING IN TONGUES!!! the hall was echoing with lalala-yaba-daba-doo-bailar-bailar-labamba…God! but nevertheless i couldn’t be a total hypocrite cuz i found some sort of peace i was searching for in all the singing dancing sobbing languoring midst of it all.

one thing though, our spirituality had to have a track record. i hate being tracked about my faith. it’s a personal experience that shouldn’t be barged into. these were one-on-one sessions with your cell leader to see how good you are becoming each day. what the fuck! Goodness counter? Black stars - White stars? OOooh, have you been good today? Ano ako, aso?!?! Good boy!! (pat on the head) Pant. pant.
Considering this to be detrimental to my search for peace had led me to distance myself from the organization. Coupled with this, of course, being bastardly irreverent all over again, the devil in me started lurking. One fateful one-on-one preaching, my cell leader was reading me a passage from the bible. and all i could see were her big boobs resting on the table….

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