It is wrong to think. It is wrong to act. It is also wrong to wrong. Must surely make the ones with classic conventions go, “Here is one pessimistic fellow.” But trust me, that would be totally (said in an “American sitcom” accent) taking it (everything) for granted, and what not?
Why not? What have your rights (definitely intended) ever made you change? It’s just been survival, pointlessly arranging different kind of rights according to different groups of people. Everything works out to yield the same net results. They just appear different due to the differing permutations. Yet, we believe that we are shaping our futures. When really, what is to come has also already been done.
Trying to ascend in this descending whirlpool of dust, delusion, and destruction...
It’s fun chasing an ant with the tip of your ball pen until it decides to climb on for a ride. And then you just elevate the pen a little higher to watch it do a little clingy, hangy dance high up in the air. Can’t help getting the feeling that I may be someone else’s ant too, or perhaps even someone else’s ball pen. But the important thing however: No living beings were intentionally harmed during the conduction of this experiment. The pen sure did lose some ink onto the ant’s body.
Do you think your mind may be a prison that you have to escape from? The suggestion seems to be gaining quite some popularity these days. All these thoughts that you invent and innovate, create and cultivate, make and break into, convert and co-relate with, give in to and take, seek and destroy...
It cannot yet, or ever for that matter, be ascertained as a mortal body if doubt is beyond certainty or vice versa.
Anybody wants an opinion? I have many. To opine is as similar as to opiate. Don’t laugh. This is as serious as the leaders of the world are today on the subject of war and peace. Memorise this. They’re getting ready to burn all our books. The only science going to be studied henceforth is the science of productivity. Step out of the queue if reproduction isn’t your favourite hobby.
Do I need attendance? ...servants, lovers, friend? Do I need entertainment on a higher plane? ...perhaps a whole social circus?
When you won’t take sides, it’s best to be on your own. But not when you can’t take sides, or are not able to.
The fix for a man’s woes is the man himself. Often, it is also the woman. But what if the fix itself needs to be fixed? Imagine how hot that could turn out to be.
They’re trying to never let it be so... The resultant of the morals your grandfather invented. Do you really want to leave another dirty, ambiguous set with the world as you prepare to go away?
Both sides capsized
Half measures, half-price
Who would mess
Look at that size
Bitchslapped sunrise
A harmony of fire implodes within
To begin the series of epic peculiarities
Save the thumb to suck on
Surf the net of dissimilarities
Femininity enters the arcade that I’m captured in, and mocks at every attraction aroused in me. Pronouns matter the least now. It’s just the verbs trying to force their way out while I uselessly try to feed them with abstract nouns with hopes of calming them down. There is no hope. “Be holy, be happy”, she means, whether it suits me or not.
I will not try to shuffle the reasons, or shift the blame, or shun the cause. I will not experience this or any other play. I will be the experience; I am also the play.
You locked me away in myself and took the key with you. I pound the insides of my mind so someone may release me and aid my escape. To be your own prisoner is very much like being your own prison.
Darkness can be the most fulfilling companion in times of potent love. I’m really having trouble getting my partners to acknowledge that. Yet, I am sure that it is the case. Clearly, it also the metaphor for putting off the lamp rather than lighting it. The innovation is the end of one reality and the beginning of another, an almost unreal reality.
Whisper mounts on whisper until they tower into a wave of chirping chants, programming the way you see and interpret yourself. You have never had control over yourself, not one moment of your life. Nothing as free as you can ever be controlled.
The protagonist is dragged on to a bloody stage. His limbs and neck are chained together with heavy iron chains similar to the ones that the anchors of ships are chained with.
Attack Niranjan!
Bomb Shanti Bomb!
This is a game where one team plays to prove everything in a way that is different from what was proven before, and the other team plays not to prove anything. They make love to themselves, creation, its beauty, its problems, its theories, its sciences, its art, the thoughts of its mystics, the words of its trapeze artists.
It is common of you arrogant pricks to use and confuse your muse at will, and if need be, to reuse her as well. Must surely diffuse hers a little.
I feel unwired at a perpendicular frontier with every scriptural ideal of morality and virtue. However, I am no harm to anyone or anything. But there is definitely random chaos in my chambers. Enveloped by what? Maybe just a will to equalise, a will to get what I give!
Everyone is always waiting for moments that present with, a new, unexperienced reality. They wait so they can choose to get overwhelmed by that reality. I see such manifesting right before my eyes. But instead, I simply choose to get elated, seduced. I want it to perform the overwhelming action upon me rather than me performing its action myself.
What do you propose we do to break this deadlock, jinx, stalemate – Scream, swallow me, reveal, let this be done:
For truth or for lie,
To die or to survive.
She probably doesn’t expect you to expect to be expected to notice all that’s been happening but it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?
“All cock, no talk!”
I don’t think it necessary to be my fault if I was not able to dissociate myself with my infant identity, seeking and wanting all that enticed me. Forgetting with ease, all that ignorance. I don’t know whether it is by accident or whether consciously programmed, but I reap the benefits provided by their novelty nevertheless.
