battle.

 The core of his house full of energy, without patience, no simplicity but only complexity, no compassion for the living but passion for the dead objects. Such was the age, one can’t blame the person. And every object misplaced. Shirts torn, dirty underwears, naked glow less bodies all over the walls half ripped, the soul less mirror which reflected his soul less laziness. The calendar on the wall, and there was a mark on the 31st day and he was waiting for it. To ones amazement it’s not the date of announcing the result or any arrivals of fresh fashions, or his crush’s birthday, or any holiday but the date was set to beat his meat. But why did he mark the date, there were days when he used to beat day and night, he wasn’t afraid of any ghosts in the night. He watched porn: before eating, while eating, after eating, all he did was nothing or cared nothing except to eat and watch and beat. Every time he took a vow not to beat for a month and he failed at the 4th day, or mostly a week. He thought if one beats once in a week one would feel the orgasm a little bit longer but it didn’t work, the head of his dick was filled with loads of energy and when he beat it, it no longer took him a minute to orgasm and it didn’t last any longer, then he rationalized and almost for a week he beat his meat for 12 times. He was tired, he wanted a pussy for real. Daily at noon and night he used to go crazy, just like a smoker, he used to go to the bathroom and beat, he thought that it was bad but he almost did that. That was his routine, he couldn’t help it. The calendar was to remind him not to do it and to do it and he regularly did it. He wanted to see how longer it would take him to break the vow. He actually intended to break it, he saw the mark, it was the 4th day, and his mind was going crazy playing tricks of all sort…. “okay man let’s break it, if you are going to beat it on 31st then the beating on the 31st and beating now is not different, it’s the same thing, you have done it thousand times and you are going to do it more than thousand times, you are not doing any sin, you will not go to hell, let’s play with it, you have got only one, what would you do if you die tomorrow, and you will not have any energy to beat when you are stabbed or if you get your throat cut, you will regret that you didn’t beat, you are not harming anybody, you are not deflowering a cunt without any consent, you are doing which you have already done, by using it more the efficiency will be more, use the knife more and it will become more sharp, it’s nothing but practice, when you marry you are not going to touch it, your wife will take it, she will posses it, you won’t get anytime to do it, now you don’t need any woman’s help, jerk man, jerk right now.” And he was disturbed, he slept for an hour and he woke and rushed into the bathroom like a madman who had found a moon, and he beat the shit out of it, thup, thup, thup, and he moaned, and he slept. His mind was playing tricks even more clearly and made him guilty. “you son of a bitch, why did you do it, you broke the vow, why make the vow, past is past, now take the marker and mark another date and keep the vow, don’t break it.” And then again the 4th day. Humans, it’s hard to change them.