Twelve year Snitch

The kids are runnin' around naked fukkin' in the bushes...

Standin' on the shoulders of giants 'n pikey shite blowin' up on ur face...

Guy Ritchie...sure was a 2 act wizard before he went head over ass up with 'the' Madonna.

What kind of shit keeps you from puttin lil stains on ur b(l)og.

Atta boy...in the elements are we !!

The job's becomin' u and VICE damn versa...dryin' up the damn words in u...one can't stand a 'wordy' impotence...squirts of laconic deluge.

There ain't no dime to what you say...who the hell cares anyways.

Sights 'n sound

"Up" - Another weekend...another face in a dark room...I guess I've watched more movies all alone than a damn critic. The endless string of frames on canvas and my seconds lost in them.

Nick Cave and the bad seeds with his greasy grind "We call upon the Author to explain".

I need to get the word venom out of me... the toxic purge better keep me goin.

I'm scared shit of the day I loose the sting. What use is a slithering reptile without the bite... they end up hangin' down some bitch's wrist bearing face paint 'n shit. This ain't the misogynist "me", I'm just being polite and bit polarized on a misanthrope pole.

Marriage - wow the fukkin' sound of the word...it's beyond dread... take my mediocre self and multiply it and watch it breed - GOD sure has some shit in store for his creations.

I just strolled into the bookstore and came back haulin' something that feels so priceless but yet it did have its bill digits in place 'n thank GOd for money and all that it can buy - even if its the complete collection of Amar Chitra Katha's Mahabharatha. I always dreamt of havin' it...

Comictose...

Hiatus

Hey hello little bloggy...

It's been awhile or what ?!!

Is this what becomes of everyone?

A numbing manifestation of the social constraint....sipping tuborg 'n greasing the guts.

Is this what has become of me?

Unknown to myself ... an evolution that's erdoding me...

The words dont come by anymore... they fukkin' dont

The only thing that comes by are calls, from a "brother" from a damn matrimonial for fuksake...

"The conversation" leakin' down the web in bits 'n bytes.

I gotta do more of this shit...Bloggin'g bog...

Of Blacks and Whites

A total apathy, that appalls me. The man who was the my window to the consumate world of music is a flashin' corpse across the TV screen. I haven't got a moment to spare...'n then it hits me. A public figure whose public's opinion has carried me crest 'n trough to this Pop-dead day.

A belated lament "They don't really are about us"... or do they ???

Hope and the Loss

Seeking the divine... a sudden flush of optimism !
It gets washed away just as soon.
Waiting in tedium...
A ticking leech in a nerve.
Everything is stuck at constipated eternity... even the words of deliverance don't come by...
The flags are out and so are the signals and every other damn thing.
But there's 'hope' - the curse of the opened box

PissALife

A new job... you herd people and you feel the words being drained out of you.

Small irony that i have a job that has me making movies!!

I mean literally speaking, that's a fuckin' dream come true. Little loopholes in your dream that GOD plays around with.

Irony my ass, I can't even tweak a wrist to write this piece here !

It feels like the eve before the dead end. Me against a damn wall...'n so fuckin' close to it that i can't even put my piss stain on it.

My damn signature of a life lived.