Mayan-ease 2013

That day of the year again. The obligatory blog precursor...
What do we have here:
Good kid, m a a d city
Rape 'n its aftermath
Marital bliss!!!
Marital bliss!!!
Marital bliss!!!
Now who would have thought of that a year back. Not me - marital bliss of all things!
A floating piece just tags along on my makeshift shapeshiftin' self and does a tilt - a 360 degree one and things are both exactly the same and as different as different can be. Chalk and Cheese and me wrapped around. 
I'm trying to make sense of all this. Not just catching me off guard - but off the off guard.
Add a generous dash of divinity and I'm the damn cocktail for the eve.
Is this what it feels like before the world ends - the damn Mayans got it wrong though. My calendar has just started where their's end.
If the tides are-a-turning - I'm riding it till the end.

Mayan time ends and Mine starts...


-Exit music-

30 days of Summer

Idyllic...Utopian...a perfect summer...
It feels like all the blogs have conspired to make me stop.
The irony 'n sarcasm 'n the bile sucked out. Can something like this actually happen? The very essence of me purged out...
The void's omnipresence - has been breeding me all these years and then it just ceases to be.
Days of unending bliss 'n I'm not complaining.
Summer,rains,winter - seasoning me.
Ripe before the rot? 

Vice

Vice - of the rabid 'n latent kind.

A warped sense of morality grins at me from a reflection.

How ironic, how absurd, intentions on the right side of a GOD - gettin' the worldly treatment !

Grey's anatomy - a stifling embodiment of a contorted 'n confused conscience.

A walk to disMeMber

Freud and his reaction formation. French loaf and a doppelganger swirl of caffeine.
A familiar feeling and streetlight lit treads in the shadow of paternal attestation. Premarital dissidence and the irony of it all.
The beginning is the end is the beginning n' the smashing pumpkins of life's little pulps of fiction.
Pieces become the whole and the whole - pieces.


Caution: Remember to DisMEMber.  

The 'M' of life

Sittin' here starin' at a blog, waitin' to throw up words at you. A third decade is catchin' up with you and there's a social compulsion to expand and connect with the the animal around. The madness gets to you or you take your madness to it, either ways you just multiply it.

Mmmmmmm

Heat

Can thirty years be called the middle of life? What about mid-life crisis? 
In the "Heat" - unflinching, devouring - it has me reeling.
Hormones on overdrive - raving mad in the summer - diving down murky avenues.
Its become inevitable now - the obligatory musical companion - the "blog"ground score - Goldfrapp(e) served up hot(in the fucking heat) with a "Black Cherry".
Nuptial blues looming large - chasing me in circles - the faster I fucking run the nearer i'm getting - circum(in)ference - catch me 22.
I vaporize in seconds n' minutes n' stagnant hours - to come back down in multitudes of me - sprout again to feed the HeaT.

Happy neverEndings

The unfailing "hand" to the rescue again.

The free-falling in temporary static...

The void's no longer there 'cause its become me - the morphing is complete this time and it tickles a tract.

Its weird how every blog gets tagged to a song and the mood seeps in...

"Someone like you" - but I've got no thoughts heading that way - way too many "someones" & way to many "nones" - lyrical larceny!

A spinal belt - turning tables - a slow rot 'n happy endings