Friday, August 29, 2008

human relationships are the most diabolical!!

i like the relationship i have with a tv set. i know where im headed. sometimes the batteries of the remote die, but they can easily be replaced. tvs dont misunderstand. they take you for what u r.

tv sets are simple.

we re not.

Friday, August 22, 2008

u kno ur alone......

u know ur alone when
-theres no one else to take the last train home
-the clickin u hear is an echo in the emptiness
-the mirror cracks with no apparent reason
-the coffee machine spits out sludge
-tomorrow is a deadline that will never come
-there is only one trail
-the hollow siezed up
-the salt tasted like a bitter pill
-apathy is ur friend, friend? apathy is u
-the bomb that blew everything up didnt
-ur shadow never existed
-ur heart started beating
-the devil smiles at u and takes ur last glass
-that eight ball stops just before the pocket
-smearing ur face with ashes was tribute to the living
-regurgitating is entertainment
-that blade shined so
-the wall stares back at u
-the theory holds true
-all that blood u see is not urs

Saturday, August 16, 2008

grow up sometime

when we were in school we wanted to be doctors, teachers, firemen, astronauts and whatever. i think when i was growing up i just wanted to be. i look back at and realise i didnt have that kind of dream. there was an obvious inclination but no real motive - i wanted to join the air force. later it was to be an architect. but if these are "dreams" that fade quickly then its not what u want/need to be.

what made me gave up my air force pilot dreams? there was a little accident that altered my life completely and i had no intention of ever being part of ground crew. and so there i was a kid, without a dream and i wanted to be just like other kids. and eventually i decided upon architecture(hmmm in retrospect that would have been a scary move. me a designer of machine or structure that could just explode). what made me change my mind? i didnt want to study anymore. or perhaps i realised i wanted to be unlike the others. my identity is the only thing that is mine.

shud i give that up to be part of a cliched bunch? be accepted? flow with the tide? there are times when this thought cannot be silenced. it is hard going against norms. last year a friend said this much "let the storm cease, then swim safely to shore". makes sense. question is if i wait for the storm to cease, will i get comfortable that i let the tide take me wherever? not for long. because whats inside cannot be quelled.

so if ur an outcast, heretic....take heart that u were never to be understood by the masses but by beings who transcend the superficial.

peace.

right now im thinkin, when i grow up i wanna be indiana jones. or the mighty boba fett. or spiderman. or master chief petty pfficer john-117.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

sleep eludes. what else is new? ive been putting my liver to the test for nearly two weeks now. and yeah, its worth the trip the mind goes on. i am inspired by things most ordinary and the words that flow are, er, infantile at best. lol. (shoon u read)but in that i suppose there is a certain amount of simplicity. and kids generally speak and see things as they are. i dont wanna grow upppppppppppp! peter pan syndrome here.

got shinedown's latest offering - the sound of madness. now this, lay these gennlemen, is good!!
wrap me in a bolt of lightening
send me on my way still smiling
maybe thats the way i should go
straight into the mouth of the unknown


facebook has really helped. i mean i have been able to locate the long lost and vice versa. and it feels good to hear from people who u think might be dead or abducted by aliens or part of some strange government experiment.




when u know crossroads approach, what are u willing to do to further ur journey?


i know what im gonna do.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

18 years and we are where we are not where we could/should have been

18 years.

life changed for us all.

saddam hussein had his lil picnic in kuwait. and he brought with him a lot of toys - them lil tanks, those fighters, guns and a whole lotta people toting those guns.

bastard. dead bastard.

monday nite early this week, the only sober nite.



lolllllllllllllllllll

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