Pointless

"Its pretty useless if you do what you can and keep on doing that without self-pity. I think more than money and religion, the current human mind-set is one more evil that we all face. Considering the fact that even though alike, every human being strives to be unique in their own way." - THAT WAS FUNNY WASN'T IT?

Trying not be judgemental on every hanky-panky trying to sound like a fucking hippie, makes my skin crawl. The fact is that all of us are sucked into the system and there's nothing none of us can do anything about it. We live, we die, who gives a fuck. Eventually, we all will die doing the same thing over and over again. So here is a video of Pikachu on Acid!

Our life is as point-less like this blog-post. So suck up, and start stocking up for the winter. You are going to NEED it.

P.S. Need > Want   you Son of a Bitch.

The Void

Sitting in a room full of faces, it feels the same way you'd feel if you were submerged in a tank full of water, an ocean of faces, SHEEP.
There is just one way to go...but something about this sea of faces tries to hold you back.

Several different reasons make you want to say something, write something, do something about ''IT'' but you roll back your thoughts, continue to follow the line.

Keep looking through your thoughts, reach out to the hand, it will help you; it should help you...you know its the only way but this dormant fear residing in you, stops you from doing the most logical thing that you ideally should follow.

An abyss of truth, but there is no light that reaches the bottom.

All is lost, Everything is taboo, Nothing is sacred.

sometimes, it just feels worthless.

But there is light, there is that bright aura of that entity that looks out for you.

A creature of some sort, its calling you, its embracing you....feel it on your spine as it grips on to you like a leech sucking every little drop of hope that still keeps you going.

listen! listen carefully! its calling out to you...accept it, admit it.

lick what you have bled, embrace it....

you are drained, destitute, empty, and thats the way it should be or at least the way it was supposed to be.

clearer than a crystal, devoid of emotions, fear and feelings....POWER is your aphrodisiac, grab it....its yours.

WELCOME TO THE VOID.

Confusion or Nirvana?

What happened?
Am I high?
Am I sober?

Serenity seems to be a distant thought, but it surely was something closed to it.

A familiar face in the crowd, that looks back at you with calm & content, but still you feel that they did not recognise you.

You find yourself in a different place, time is flowing by and you don't even realise it. The world is spinning, faces are changing, you stand in the midst of a burgeoning, pulsating feeling of euphoria and you ask yourself...is this real?

What do I feel? What does anyone feel? What do they feel? Why do they feel?

These questions would probably be left unanswered till the end of time. But do you really need to know them?

I see a light, a figure is etched in my memory that is dying to come out of the shadows and into the light, but right now it looks a bit hazy.

It's really strange the way some people move ahead and some just hold on to something that is dying.

Human, we are, we'll always be.


            "Everyone knows the path, only few choose to walk it." - Gautam Buddha

The Vicious Circle.

Two organisms fornicate > you are born > you grow up > you study > try to find a job > study a bit more > find a good job > live your life for something so irrelevant that you forget that you are a slave > fornicate > produce another materialistic spawn > Die > repeat.


Two organisms fornicate > you are born > you grow up > you study > try to find a job > study a bit more > find a good job > live your life for something so irrelevant that you forget that you are a slave > fornicate > produce another materialistic spawn > Die > repeat.

Two organisms fornicate > you are born > you grow up > you study > try to find a job > study a bit more > find a good job > live your life for something so irrelevant that you forget that you are a slave > fornicate > produce another materialistic spawn > Die > repeat.

Pathetic.

Reality Blues

THINK that you are in a small box made of glass.

THINK that you will be there for the rest of your life.

THINK!

THINK!

THINK!

Now feel that you are the only one who is forced to live that way, shitting what you eat, eating what you shit, drinking piss instead of water, you have no clothes, you have no money, you have nothing.

NOTHING.

Come back to reality......isn't it the same thing?

Massacres are the stepping stones to a celebrity status

I am angry...I can feel it inside of me like a fucking stab-wound. Too bad I can't do anything about it, or probably I can?

I go to the reception, ask the receptionist for my room key, she is a decent looking girl 20 something with a false air about herself. This angered me more. 

She hands me my keys in her snobbish manner, and looks away, I ask her to be fucking polite and not behave like the fucking cunt she was....She asks me to fuck off....I grab her hair and repeatedly banged her fucking face on the reception desk and the wall next to the desk till it bled, she screamed for help and I continued doing what I was because it was giving me some sort of sadistic pleasure.

I start walking towards my room, first thing that comes into my mind is "WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I DONE!?!" but that lasted for a second and in came the second thought,"haha I think she needs make up now!"

I felt free...I found a way to vent my anger, I had never beaten up anyone man or woman ever in my life, but this did feel good! 

I look at the blood stains on my expensive shirt and somewhere deep inside I wanted more.

I knew the people who heard her screams would come looking for me and I was pretty sure there was atleast one person who saw me do THAT. So I go to the tool shed, take a chainsaw. 

I take the chainsaw and head towards the lobby, where the receptionist had passed out in a pool of blood, her face disfigured. And I think to myself "Fucking Whore!". Just then three men came towards me, tackled me down to the ground and started beating the shit out of me....but surprisingly I was feeling happy about the shit I'll do to these fuckers....I wanted them to see their guts flying around them. The chainsaw, which was still in my hand, was longing for blood, so I use all my strength and pull the chord that started the chainsaw, the machine started doing its job, and my hands guiding it.

Imagine this in slow motion; fingers, arms, legs, guts and shit loads of blood flying all around me and I have a satisfied smile on my face, like the one you have after you get laid for the first time. 

However, after finishing my work, I was covered in blood and so was the motel lobby, with 3 mutilated bodies and passed out receptionist who was the reason of all this mess (believe it or not she was!)  I thought I have to get rid of this crap....So I set the floor on fire and move out of the place.

The incident was somehow traced to me by the officials, and I was indicted for the very same... but they couldn't do shit because of lack of evidence against me.

Now I am a celebrity in my country and earn enough to own a gun.

I've always wanted to say this here it goes "Say hello to my little friend!!!!"   

The Seed

I am awake, I think.

Sitting in a dark room with moonlight creeping in through the open window, athwart a mirror; adjacent to a window.

It reflects my face and the thin white curtains on the window.

A gush of wind; and the curtain comes onto my face, I brush it aside and look back at the mirror, but my image is not there anymore. I see a child sitting where I am. Something about the look on his face sent shivers down my spine.

I am still, I think to myself "I must be dreaming" and the mirror cracks.