Golden rays,
dazzled his teary eyes..
There was light,
There was light,
That filled every aching corner,
of the soft blue skies..
Enchanting sounds,
drifting through the air..
There was music,
There was music,
Blinding his senses,
Playing from the depths of nowhere..
Delicious somethings,
the banquet lay before him..
There was a feast,
There was a feast,
Food for every mood,
Drink for every whim..
Graceful creatures,
standing strong and tall..
There were women,
There were women,
In mystifying colors,
Of winter, spring and fall..
A cold wind blew,
deafened by chorusing screams..
Hurricane,
Hurricane,
He sat up in bed,
Praying for softer dreams..
Velvety green carpet,
Below my feet.
A sharp parapet,
Overlooking a busy street.
Climb up, they want me to
Climb up,
It’s a razor, cutting through my soul,
And my soles are bleeding,
Along the sides,
Running down to the tenth floor,
Ninth,
Eighth,
Sixth,
First,
Why is my heart beating?
While my soul is bleeding, to death.
Warm gusts of air,
Tangle locks of hair,
Splashing across my face,
With the burning rain,
From a black hole in space..
Walk along, they want me to
Walk along,
The same road, that wasted their spirit,
And my spirit is screaming,
Alone inside,
Screaming to priests,
Friends,
Lovers,
Angels,
Gods,
Vultures,
But nobody hears it,
Because it is wilting away, whimpering.
Hydrogen,
In my lungs,
Makes me feel,
Light as air,
And when the gas dies down,
I fall from the heavens,
Into a place,
Called nowhere.
Disoriented while sober,
High is a calming disease,
Or so they say,
In whispers,
Afraid of those, who wait,
Listen,
Complain,
Hate,
Detest,
Stalk,
To detain,
An innocent razor cut soul,
Trying to fill,
A black hole.
Do you miss the people and the places that made you smile? Everything always finds a way of reminding you of all the good things you had, that you let go of, or that let go of you. The worst thing about good times is that, when you are there, at that time, you do not realize that this will be a memorable moment in your life. You do not stop and think, "I'm gonna look back and miss these days, these people" because you only think it gets better from then on.
Miss 'no good skinny waist' finally made her return into my life; my much needed blog inspiration. She made it a point to tell all the people present, that they had lost weight, except me though. I suppose that was a casual mistake, she definitely didn't mean to miss complimenting me on purpose. As usual, the guys in the group began to suck up to her and tell her how fabulous she looked. Trust me, when you wear 'designer' clothes, designed by 'you', remember to wear the belt that was meant to go with it, because empty loops on either side of your kurta look lame. They look so lame, that it can be used as a comparison in the future, for instance one may say -- "OMG! She looked so lame with that hair-do, but not as lame as that girl, who wore her kurta without the belt, with those open loops on either side."
Image of the evil one:
That aside, I realized that my time in the group was up. Everything in life has an expiry date. The shelf life of the good things that have come my way, make perishable goods seem everlasting. I cannot ignore the fact, that her entry into my life has kicked me back to my books. I just miss the good days.
Note : Body hugging clothes and sluttyness have the never exhausting capacity of turning desperate boys into vacuum cleaners (read: suck ups).
Circumstances drove me away from my adorable darling, and now they drive me back to her. If I ever had a faithful fan following, I apologize for this lengthy period of neglect. If I didn't, THEN EVERYBODY ON THE PLANET SUCKS!
I guarantee much more regular updates, keeping my mental frustration in mind (literally).
Over the year, I've successfully earned myself a horrible reputation among those who actually respected me. Was it my fault? No, surprisingly, it wasn't. Come to think of it, it might be my fault partly.
This is a case of 'indirect judgmental reputation'. The subject in question, is seen with those members of society, who spend a good part of their lives drinking, smoking and mentioning the abbreviation of 'fornicating under (the) consent (of the) King', at every available opportunity, which usually varies from once in every 5 words, to once in every 3.
Its a pity. The elders need to work on the variety section, when it comes to showing their disapproval, which is currently restricted to 'frown' and 'grunt'. How boring! By the time I reach that stage of utmost boredom, they had better come up with something innovative, or I shall flatly refuse to age.
All that set aside, my personality (miraculously have one) refuses to fit in, anywhere. I feel like the inhabitants of Moron Mountain, in Space Jam. The only difference is that they were four morons, and I'm a four-in-one moron. If given a choice, I wouldn't mind staying at a place named Moron Mountain. My kinda people, my kinda place. I might ever win the elections. The problem is, that I am far, far away from Moron Mountain, and I don't even know where it is, and I'm too proud to ask for directions.
Hence, the mental frustration mentioned in the first paragraph.
On the bright side, I now have a display picture. Glory Glory, Hallelujah!
I was thinking of adding a few flowers and butterflies for company, but the hand refused to share the limelight.
Theme: "Poo"
Name: Rate My Poo
Address: www.ratemypoo.com
Description:
Pictures regarding the 'subject' have been put up for display, for viewers and visitors to rate.
Name: Official Doggie Poo World Site
Address: www.doggypooworld.com
Description:
Story about doggie poo left by a road side. 'Subject matter' is confused about its purpose in life, until a dandelion helps him discover his true purpose of existence and helps his dreams come true. Very cute, if you're into animal droppings.
Name: POO PRICE - How much is your poo worth?
Address: www.pooprice.com
Description:
A site that helps you calculate the worth of your 'subject matter', depending on the time you take to do it. It also has a membership system, where you sign up for free, and get to keep a record, of past 'subject matters' worth. An amazing site, if you have future career plans in this, or any similar field.
Name: eatpoo.com
Address: www.eatpoo.com
Description:
Not remotely related to the 'subject matter', besides the name. Has an active forum, a gallery and even a 'contact' page. The link page has been written in invisible ink, that "Ctrl + A" (select all) doesn't help either. Currently has 682 members, proud to be part of 'eatpoo'..
Hell hath no fury,
Like a woman scorned..
Gone are the days, when women took a beating and wept away in some tiny corner of the kitchen, (the only object bearing the brunt of their anger and hate, being the vegetables, which would get chopped more brutally than usual, for the next meal).
I've always found it quite amusing, to see all the creative ways women find to take revenge on whoever or whatever stung them. Wives tend to give it real bad. Here are some real life incidents that have left quite a few in splits, except the men in question, and their lovers..
When a lady in Birmingham found out that her husband was cheating on her, with her best friend, she put up a billboard for thousands of passers by to enjoy.
The poster reads: 'To my "dear husband" Mark and my "best friend Shelley", You are the most despicable, deceitful people I have ever met.
I know what you did and I'm disgusted. I've changed the locks Mark, burnt your clothes and emptied OUR joint account - to pay for this poster. You deserve each other.'
Another woman found out about her husband's extra marital affair and subjected his underpants to generous dose of itching powder, before she left him for good!
Looks like its gonna be Powerpuff Girls all the way ;)
Beware cheating husbands, or you'll won't know what hit you'll...
Twinkle toes, twinkle toes,
Stretch your fingers,
Wiggle your nose,
Run around like a silly duck,
Smell the flowers,
But don't you pluck!
Find a box and tumble in,
Tumble out,
And all about.
If you read this,
N you're above 3,
You get a mental check up -
FREE!
(I was not drunk, just overdosing on stupidity)
