Saturday, September 24, 2011



Completeness - Fulfillment - Secure

The safe feeling of having people around you - having someone there for you - because you really can't discard or disregard people can you? You do need them. And I have them. And it feels grand. Loneliness seems worth it now. It all just seems okay and bright.

Everything in its right place.

Music falls into place and the head doe its bit where it spins enough for you to feel good. The buzz remains. The contentment is achieved and all is grand.

You know the feeling, don't you, bitch?

Yeah, you do.

Change people with changing time. People change. I change. Change is good. Yes, greed too.

I had an idea of something perfect. And even that seems dumb now. I'm okay, sir. Things fall in. I'm listening. You do too.

Froog you. Out.

Thursday, September 22, 2011


The mind is so froogin' complex. This girl said that a thought travels faster than the speed of light. In fact, much more faster than the speed of light. What is the speed of light again? 3 X 10 power minus 8 metres per second? Maybe. Then again, who cares? It's just a number. Just like age. How does age matter. 30 is the new 18. You don't wanna be 18 all your life. There is so much to see after that.

Weren't you an idiot when you were 18? So simple and naive. If you were wild when you were 18, then you have had Daddy issues. Lol. Nice. I like it.

Who said something about his life being in his pants? Haha. Do you weep for your saline tongue? The guy in yellow killed so many people.

Listen, I have conquered my Everest. Yes. There was always so much to see. What if you miss something? The nipple is so small. And so erect.


Haha. What a sicko. What is up with words? Millions of them. Then there are men of words. Some who can keep their promises and some who froog around with them to bedazzle others. I am one of these kinds of men. But I am a boy. I am a boy of 22. I am a young adult. I am big. It is growing now.

Hey. Okay. What do you know about me? How will I know anyway? I'm virtual. You can't see me. I'm gone. Poof.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011


Welcome -  welcome - welcome. Welcome to the world of incoherence. Random ramblings of a near-sorted mind. I got my location changed and the surroundings are hard to figure. Were, actually. There is so much to see and learn in a place of accuracy and competitiveness. Blah that. What a feeling in my soul, love burns brighter than sunshine.

I have this thing in my head about lost memories and balanced confessions. Do you feel it? I had a sense of distortion that I never realized until I did that thing I did a month ago. Lol?

What was this about? Have I lost it? Or maybe I've lost touch. There is this idea about presence we have. Everyone is there, you know. In your head, around you, or on a virtual level. They are all there. Present. To make you feel something - good or bad - about them. And then comes judging. Ah, that crazy concept. Who cares, eh? But someone does. And if there is someone, then there is something to think about. And that is when you're in a loop. What?


So the presence is felt and the connection is made. Now comes conversation. Silence is okay. Silence is nice. You think everyone feels the same? I have no idea - they're so obscure about it. It's that frooged up judging thing methinks. My mind wanders. Day dreaming - zoning out. Blammidi blam blam bock. Yes I am, yes I will, because I can.

Now we lose interest. Haha. I thought I was the only one. What the froog is this man saying? I never want to listen. It's weird. Why talk when you're only pseudo listening? But it's that ground been setup. He makes jokes when he's uncomfortable. We all do. It's just to fill up any awkwardness. Social awkwardness - Ha! The whole point is about filling it up. There is no void, no - not all that emo crap. No, sir. It's all about the web of social pressure. You gotta do what you're supposed to do. Or rather, you gotta do what has been decided should be done. If you're yourself, you're not in. It has to be fake because whatever you want to do or whatever you want to say will be always misunderstood and misinterpreted in a way that you did not even think about. So your behavior is all well thought of. What to say to whom and what to do with whom.

So, children. When you find a person you can be yourself with and feel the comfort level and match your incoherence with - you're both high. You're high on reality. And once that base has been established - Koi dikuth ki baat nahi hai - Because that is what we're all seeking.

Wait - what?


Wednesday, September 14, 2011


The world is full of people. There are people. Human beings which are just living creatures. Basic tasks performed and done. But the sad part enters itself when the mind plays its game. That is when everything and everyone changes. Anyway, froog that. It sounded like I was going somewhere with that. So I shall stop.

Why are you not smiling? What is it with this place. Faded and worn out faces. Things around me are too familiar and too comfortable. What do we need anyway? Do you think this is all done sober? What if it all has to do with that state of mind? What if one can do it without any herbal help? What if one can function the mind in such a way that it appears to the individual that the state of highness has been achieved? What is the point? I always miss the point.

What does it all mean? What is the answer to the question? How can that be any good? He wanted to find a way to answer the meaning of life and everything in the universe. Distraction. Lol . It all comes down to the lower part of it all. Down there is heaven. The meaning of our existence lies in the underneath. That is the answer. And here should the lesson end.

There is no secret. It all boils down to the state of being blank. Think hard and think away. I don't feel too good. Nausea arises. WTF. What are you doing. Where are you going. What is this about. Where is the point. What is my point. What is the point of it all.