My offer is this

I want to be reasonable with you. You have good stuff coming at you; and you'll have to admit - its really easy for you. You're happy, and people around you like you happy; and they keep you happy. But you see, to be happy for a seemingly long enough time; you need to do something. You need to return the favour. You need to keep them happy as well. When they're happy, you're happy. That's how it works. You can't always have what you want. There are paths, there are decisions, and there is hard work. It's not always so simple. There is that prevalent catch. And it persists. Won't let you go. So you got to work hard on that one thing everyone wants. That has been the case since years now. And you still are rendered with no luck or result. At all. You have what you want now. The one thing that was missing. Be content now. And now is the time to be someone. Someone everyone wants. What they want you to be. You're working at it, I can see that. But you're not stable or constant. Focus and achieve. That's really it. And they're all with you on this. Genuinely. A little push, a little time and a little boredom. Its not that hard. Everyone does it. So can you. Give it a shot. Its going fine for you. Now you be good to me and you get this done for me. Its only you who can do this. So go ahead and show them. That will make you very happy. And them too. And that is your unidentified purpose. Trust me, you'll be fine. You do well when you try. Just be consistent. All the best. I know you'll do very well and good luck with that. Take care.

Useless

Happiness is just a phase. A dream. Just when you try and get used to it, they make you realize its not forever.

Crappiness is here to stay. Always was? Yeah. The dejected lowly feeling that prevails. Curse these rainy days. You can just shut yourself out and leave it all behind. I don't know. Its hard. Whats the use? This bliss. This supreme emotion. Happiness. All temporary. We are blinded during certain moments. And that is when they get to us and conquer us. I'll defeat you, you sonovabitch. You won't bring me down. I'll manage all alone on my own. Its just in my mind. Unreal. I can sort this. You're just a freakheaded illusion.

You are welcome

So now I want something new on this. I've been doing a lot of creativity-abundant and super-cool postings in here. I've been at this for awhile. Thank you, you're too kind. Yes, so I've quite a decent blog put up and I would want everyone reading to know that this whole idea and its related activity has been an awesome experience. You should try it if you suck as an individual. Its like self-preservation. What? I believe we have a contradiction again. Its an omnipresent feature here.

Blogging to me is like putting a pencil up your nose. That was irrelevant. Anyway, blogging is about thinking what you're gonna type in your posts, and finally typing what you're actually not thinking. Its an escape. You can let things out of you and see it pasted here in such a pretty manner. Then you feel nice about the job you did and you feel nice about what you typed out. Its much easier typing about sad happenings rather than happy times. So we tend to use this as a friend for confessions and reasoning and sorting it all out. It helps. Yes, bloggers don't have a life. Totally not. We're nice people though. Really friendly.

But this post was not about introspection. This was out of necessity. I haven't got anything on this blog since a long time. I thought I'd pop up with some new stuff. But ah, I still am doing what I was good at. The same old thing. This. I wanted a new edge to this post. A new madness. A freshness that I wanted to revive. I love these phrases I add to my deliverance. And freaky comparisons are also pretty much common. Hey, its nice to hear from me again ain't it?

Funny how it feels when there's nothing to say. I'm wrapped in cellophane.

But I'm a happy man. Things have happened around me that have made me very glad. Aw, and thinking about it is making me smile. Its good and great. Its beautiful. Who is the man of the hour? I think nucking futs has a rocking ring to it. But its deinitely not cool. Lick the wetness. All of it. We're taking over this town. Doh!

I don't like people. I hate this world. I'm a loner. I wrote like a really sad song two years ago. Here.

This song has been removed due to copyright issues.

Oh, I love myself. That is why I'm a poet. And that is why I talk like one. And that is why I make sense all the time. And that is why I think so much. Which is why you love me so very much. Here ends the lesson.