Cockroach in a shoe...a discovery and subsequent release.

The yardstick always catches up with you. The yardstick grows with you...with every feet gained and keeps adding yards long after you've stopped, a vulgar "outgrowth". Then it just rams itself up your exit door...without warning...unwelcome...sending you crashing down.Well, now whats all this got to do with the cockroach? The Caackrotch (like a certain scarface-al-pac-apone would say) has got no yardstick. The proverbial surviver, in its dark space, mocking at everything else thats done time on this planet. A discerning listener can hear them whisper at night: "there's the freak...we gonna outlive this one too..." drowned in a whispered snigger.
Now do we really need to compete with the cockroach or gracefully exit the scene like all great creatures have before us. Every species meets its culmination in extinction - thats the universal law except the slimy motherfuckers of course - le Cockaraacha. For all u might know, cockroaches may be the damn thing called conscience that roams the planet or the guardian "angels" of the damn planet.I can think of loads of theories on how the cockroaches are behind everything that happens around us, but i save the roaches for another day.
And so what did i do to the cockroach - in my shoe ? Well... i stepped on it and i will untill i can... cause u know they would live to tell the tale in another era.

Gash

gash ....there's no reason why this word should stagnate in your head on a saturday morning...
but it has...
half-assed salute to the day, literally speaking...a white coat with a metal and gel sending sound waves into you...
Some second this day would end and the next would begin...and then the damn gash, it would be again...all anew

cherubuM

Voice on the radio thats an embodiment of Cheer...Such a beautiful day...a pleasant 'n wonderful morning - dont you just love these moments...Makes u wanna take your bum out 'n salute the sun...Imagine people doing that as a ritual with "Shine on you crazy diamond(s)" playing at the background...Nothing is more cheeful than a bum...
The BUM - created from a moment of cheerful indulgence by whosoever had the job of creation...
Picture this - a time and place, long ago, they decide to get creative and are at work on a prototype(pardon the word - inevitable residue from work) anyways...so we have someone who's been working all day and then he just looks up - a blank stare morphs into a hynotic grin and you have this black 'n white vortex where his eyes were a moment ago...the ones u see 'fore a flashback in movies...the grin widens...then "rrrrrrrrrripppp"... a sound never heard before!
The "someone" snaps back, looks around...clueless...and then slowly turns his head down...down... and voila - the BUM is born. There it lay so perfect on the protoype and then...
and then a lot happened and thats not the point here. The point here is.........
Present day:
You can imagine a body without legs, arms, fingers, ears,nose,eyes, eyebrows, face...but the BUM...imagine one without the BUM... it adds so much character...not without one's BUM...never!
But the BUM's survival is at stake...its vulgar impersonator...a doppelganger...that stands for everything vile - the arsE - is bringing on the destruction of the BUM and cheer from our lives...
So its about time we join the "BUM-aides" to restore the BUM to its rightful place
Let the BUM be with you ! (the star wars theme in tow).


A post without profanity...hmmm...thats somethin' to bum 'bout

Mid monsoon day's b(dr)eam

The morning sun clone
Glistens in a toilet bowl
Colonel Bill Kilgore loves the smell of morning napalm 'n burning gooks set to the tune of "Ride of the Valkyries"...
Rain is cold napalm and who's the Colonel...your guess is as good as mine
Ayo technology...Ayo technology...man raps 'bout how he got rich, tatooed 'n laid...man raps 'bout how he got rich,tatooed 'n shot...over 'n over again...add a dash of "color" with Justin T'lake bobbin all over 'n Timbaland tweakin his brand of shit...'n there u go...AYO
I'm not complainin'
Fish in water...dead fish in stomach..."dead as shit" fish in water...fukkin' "Circle of life" - now thats a metaphor to consider
Save all the shit for a Monday...yeah that's what...sweep it under a carpet...let it raise a stink...
Monday smelly Monday - Bono 'n gang whining in a loo - the Rattle 'n Bum tour coming soon to a toilet near you !!
Guess why a comode looks like a throne??
...Videotapee....my videotapeee...
Comical excesses pile on me ...
Lyrical excesses ripple in me...
but everything is sane on a videotape...
If i make sense then two's company
If i don't then its one's sanity
my Videota....................................................................................................................................................

Of pain 'n philosophies

Ribald ....days nights afternoons forenoons evenings mornings premornings postnigthts...ribald
Pain - the subtlest of motherfuckers - hitches onto your life 'n becomes a part of every living - dying minute... 'n u dont even realize the parasite riding you... 'n then it becomes you...
Whooo... Mr.Lecter ... Liver Collector is real eloquent today... he wants his share of human pie alrite...
They keep coming at you like a train of wrath... 'em Mutexes , semaphores and corpses ... keep coming
New Wave - Neo realist - existentialism - objectivism - philosophies 'n shit ... indulgence in megalomania ?? in the end - nothin really matters ... people dont define life for others...to each individual his own -ism...
Add to that my own -ism... Do away with Leaders cause they retard the society 'n do away with the damn society coz it retards the individual ... any damn structure has boundaries 'n boundaries restrict growth(mental)...unleash the individual... lemme call this -ism "Neo-Retardism" ... there I have made my mark in history (anyone who has his own philosophy is immortal...)
Now that thats outta the way... here's the catch - the freakin LOOPHOLE ...anyone trying to follow my -ism is going against the damn philosophy and in turn risk being a retard...
Fodder for thought

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Good times 'n bad times - take the D pill for all times...
I'd rather have money rolls to wipe my ass - the whole freakin world is leashed to paper smellin' of stale ass...'n they say man is the master...i be damned
Moneyyyyyy...Floyd's fukkin' bunny...its got me here makin' love to a godamn PC ...a freakin Prostitute's C#^* ...PC ... or is it the other way round... We, the prostitutes, gettin' paid for the pleasure of machines... when i'd rather be decontructing the human psyche...
Money the motherboard of all mankind...look at the name they've given it - the "mother"board...
Mother board - that the father bored....like "bore" as in u know what !!!
Money - the bastard from a devil's concubine...left here to be nurtured by human fallacy - yea hear it straight from Pope HopeLost VI
And remember you heard it first on $$TV ...
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Return of the Monday

its back again...le Monday...feel my ole pal Mr.D shittin inside my head again...he never goes away...he's always there..."Life is like a wet underwear that never dries on a rainy day"..huh i've been so full of shit like that this whole weekend...there's this other one "man's independence is in dependence" 'n anotherlil gem...well i can't remember that one...too bad...its lost to theworld...a pity...the missing piece to the puzzle lost foreverrrr!
am in "moses" mode right now...so pardon the parted waves...ok that apart lets see what do we have on this Monday...
A sentimental turd workin' its way down my intestine...
An invalid ATM debit card...invalid! for Chrissake...
A customer care exec tryin' to get your damn TPIN...
hmmmm that aint so bad aint it...so what do i do...i stop complaining 'n snort some code...yea code...the new age dope ...Coooodddeeee...i like to get high on this shit...code in my head...in my veins...'n everyother damn place...i fukkin OD on CODE...peace !

Last Da(y)ze

ANother day...another firm(another "concern" - u motherfukkin' shit ass interviewer- u dont like the word "concern" its your fukkin concern man...)
damned insignifcance crownin' me like a halo...
i dont give a shit bout leavin this place... 'n ppl dont give a shit bout me leavin...so what's the fukkin deal...well...thats what the fukkin deal is...motherfukkin insignificance!!
26 years fukkin years of damned insignificance... is life supposed to be significant in the first place...
am gonna fuk the damn word back to the ape ages "significance"...significancesignificancesignificancesignificancesignificancesignificancesignificance
creep ass shitnificance ...thats what it is
Thats what it is yeessss (like the creakin' balls parole officer from clockwork orange)

he's got the whorl world in heees hands....he's got the whorl worrld in his handss...
and he's got his hands full !!!

Mons(o)on of a b#$%

Cold damp days...dogs' lil shitty dumps smack in the middle of the road...feet 'n tires running over them... yellow fukkin graffiti on tar...what a stink ..damp damn stink...
Cold damn days...

"Sweet Sixteen" - Ken loach makes movies that aren't exactly groundbreaking...
his movies are stooped in cliches ...but he sure has the Cannes jury eating outta his hands...
The catch is...they dont look like movies...so damn true to life 'n sure have the flavor of the land (Ireland / Scotland)...something u get to see in "Paruthi Veeran"

Larry Clark ...been wanting to get hold of him for a while... 'n there i have KIDS sittin' like a trophy at the DVD rental...boy do i love that store... it never fails to surprise me ... u never know what u might find behind the door ...literally !!
KIDS ... if thats a day in the life of an average teenager in the US of the damn A ...boy im glad im here... shocking...vile...'n a profanely artfull piece of movie making...'n it all appears to be so damn true...
Adolescent nigger waving his thing like a lasso !!! a goddamn fuckin lasso...ive heard a dick being called so many damn things ....but a damn LASSO... man im dumbfounded

Nigger's lil "pendulat"ing lasso and the damn RAIN yea...thats the scene for the moment...
Drippin' Drizzlin' Damp rain 'n the thigh thumpin' lasso ... im goin' fukkin' damp in my head 'n there's a cow's tail fannin' a cold ass...
Damn the mon-son of a cold beyaaatch ....my moments are gettin' rained out 'n there's the damn black lasso...
im outta here

HUsh

HOSTEL - Part deux...
i liked the movie... 'n the first one as well...is that an indulgence in depravity...n what bout the millions who have watched / gonna watch it...
Picture this - a dick gettin' scissored to the floor along with the damn balls (perks !!!) - n how bout a sickle weilding lady gettin a bloody shower from a slit neck...sick ?? perversion ??
What if there would be no moral repercursions on taking a life...wud it be a sport to pursue...gosh that sounds like Hannibal fuckin Lecter on a pulpit

"The killer in me is a killer in you" - Billy corgan harping like an accordion with a nose !!

People...people with opinions...so many of 'em 'n so mucha shit floatin around...all its takes is a damn nose in the air...

YawnDerLand

Hysteria sucks me too...played for a sucker ...i pay alright...the man's got spunk alright...SUPER STAR ...can't wait until tomorrow... the god damn tune plays in my head like a damn drone...

Lossless compression / lossy compression - echoes from a not too distant past...i cud not have cared for shit like that back then...but now im workin' my butt to swallow bits 'n codes 'n waves...life nachaatha hey tim lak lak tim lak lak - RDB - damn! cud not have been truer !!

Born on the 13th of June

Thelma and Louise stuck in mid air on a thunderbird was it ?? never knew bored freakin housewives would have a statement to make...and ruin my damn sleep...
So ponder I...while i try to figure out how rows 'n columns 'n mickey's mini dick are drawn...

Yea im gonna get tickets to watch the super "post-menopause" star in action 'n humpin' someone less than half his age - Shrivelled dick 'n Shriya

Tick Tock Tick Tock - clock a tickin - hours - minutes - seconds n piss drown in motherfuckin' CODE

Women...i be damned...no matter what they are fukkin right there...damned inevitability

Make-a-bone Break-abone Ache-a-bone - fukkin framework blues