Monday, August 30, 2010
Hate
Lady, walking thru the woods, and talking to the trees, to wake them from slumber. To knock on closed doors of wood, and pursuade them, to, shed their garment of fear. To enter into their hidden rooms of embittered care. Ignorant uncaring woman. Ignorant , hurt, lost, woman. Honest, painful, wild, woman.
Monday, August 9, 2010
messages
the following are by far the most important messages saved in my phone. i want to delete them. and hence am transferring it all to this virtual plane of thoughts:
me: why are we complicated with emotion?
ivan melroi: because complication is the only known antidote for time. gravity makes us go round, keeps us from losing sight of the sun, but its the complications, the goddamn complications like love, envy and murderous passion the makes the circling worth our while. emotionis an ancient television screen stuck beneath the surface of every dream, a starting gun for the unborn son, the little red riding hood of our lustful nights by the bonfire of desire. huddle around. huddle around. dig graves by the fire, get your rocks off till you drop the bottom, kiss the earth. lick her till she screams her name and tugs at her navel, rest in pieces, tiptoe across MCQ minefields. you're a veteran by 70 for surviving a horde of senseless dreams.
me: what do you attribute your frustration to?
sic blackgoat: i attribute it primarily to NRI's who have too much money in their pocket and got too much attention as kids. i attribute it to those people who would believe a book over what is real and tangible. i attribute it to lack of humanity by those who got too much of it undeservingly.i attribute it to those selfish people who are wehere they are because some one else was selfless. i attribute to those who think they're genetically superior. i attribute it to those who are religiously biased. and i'm an athiest!
me: you are a part of society, that doesnt mean, you cant do without it.
sic blackgoat: mine heresy be a farce if i be shackled to peppered dreams of my ancestors. but i am and hence ne'er whole, a fraction in the melee of shadows and ghosts that mine society traps me in.
me: why are we complicated with emotion?
ivan melroi: because complication is the only known antidote for time. gravity makes us go round, keeps us from losing sight of the sun, but its the complications, the goddamn complications like love, envy and murderous passion the makes the circling worth our while. emotionis an ancient television screen stuck beneath the surface of every dream, a starting gun for the unborn son, the little red riding hood of our lustful nights by the bonfire of desire. huddle around. huddle around. dig graves by the fire, get your rocks off till you drop the bottom, kiss the earth. lick her till she screams her name and tugs at her navel, rest in pieces, tiptoe across MCQ minefields. you're a veteran by 70 for surviving a horde of senseless dreams.
me: what do you attribute your frustration to?
sic blackgoat: i attribute it primarily to NRI's who have too much money in their pocket and got too much attention as kids. i attribute it to those people who would believe a book over what is real and tangible. i attribute it to lack of humanity by those who got too much of it undeservingly.i attribute it to those selfish people who are wehere they are because some one else was selfless. i attribute to those who think they're genetically superior. i attribute it to those who are religiously biased. and i'm an athiest!
me: you are a part of society, that doesnt mean, you cant do without it.
sic blackgoat: mine heresy be a farce if i be shackled to peppered dreams of my ancestors. but i am and hence ne'er whole, a fraction in the melee of shadows and ghosts that mine society traps me in.
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