The time to care and give has finally befallen the mortals of this earth. Apparently Christmas is here, with Santa Claus and his minions chasing the millions into shopping marts and discount stores.
“Buy a kettle for your grand mother sir, it will do her good, when you forget her the next day, it will make her hot tea to push into another day”
The question arises if these things actually matter to anyone? I have often put my self through absolute agony in my quest of considering an answer to this question. A ridiculous procession of events forced down our throats by burger eating, beer guzzling obese oil freaks just to celebrate the birth of a very popular prophet- I forget his name.
In a very obtuse attempt to make myself considered and not discluded in a group indulging in absolute nothingness, has forced me to sway from my usual uncommitted self to start participating in a rather unrewarding custom of spending on utter mindless and useless gifts that will only be discarded the following morning. The only respite would be the rewarding and selfless gifts I have received, a few smokes and a pack of biscuits, which I am reasonably sure will be consumed by the rather uncaring pack of wolves in the room. (Living with four uncommitted-distracted people, who are searching for a fix- female company, a smoke, a fuck and attention- oh these fools!!)
A little bout of introspection hits (oh no, these times to think are utter moronic endeavors), I might even fall into the category of people following customs and attention seeking lost soul, searching for a pack to belong to. Allowing myself to believe that I am in the wrong part of town, and my pack, is waiting, knowing very well that I might belong only in a world of imagination and fantasies (which are a product of an imagination of another man, old and withering belong to another generation.)
Incessant invitations to throw myself into a path of mindless clicking and fiddling with the keyboards, where the language however critical I must be of it, I shall throw myself- a little distraction goes a long way!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Success- Certainly not by Martin Amiss
As the sunset in a distant horizon of an entirely parallel universe, something rose in my life, (my parallel life self, but for ease in the complexity, I shall call it me, it is always about me right?) yes an interesting time indeed.
Surrounded by a million people (and I mean million, no exaggeration my friend) I saw an epic mail brought forth by the Water Jackal monster (for all you illiterate to reality, it is what you might call, an internet browser, yes, we still have Internet Explorer, and it still doesn’t work, damn! I was counting on something out of the Microsoft Assembly Line to work. And yes, Bill Gates has managed to package it in a way that Windows seems to sell even here.)
The epic mail brought news of success and manic impromptu celebrations, a huge brand in Public Relations and advertising (who also dabble in News occasionally,) vaguely resembling the name of an organ- was it the heart or the liver… oh yes… It was the Bladder had sent in another request or plead for me to join them (It is difficult to remember with the flood of congratulations from all the planets, yes we have discovered mole men and packed them off to Jupiter, we couriered the Mormons to Mars and Tom Cruise was respectfully asked to leave for Pluto… Bon Voyage… If you ask me what happened to all the Boy Bands, we killed them!!)
I hurriedly made plans to organize a OH-GOD-YOU-SUCK party for all those losers who could not make the short list (how tough is it to get hired, tell me? Is it so difficult?) Just throw out a couple of thousand words on a tireless exercise, about excursions from the valleys and gorges and bang! They are on their knees, begging for me (ideally I would not allow any one to get on their knees unless they are hailing my tough stance on pre-marital sex or offering something precious or it’s a swell woman wanting to offer… something precious, and more than often it’s a neat combination of all three.)
Enough of the tongue and cheek, I realize it get tiny bit exhausting to read through my Success and this futile endeavor of mine and how it brings absolute “joy to your life” (just to quote this little woman with an over inflated ego)
Moving on from the obvious, I managed to squeeze some valuable time, hurriedly put together a few words, while the world’s sirens beckoned me back into their arms (they dig me, my guitaring skills, my swanky black car and that huge tent… in my front yard… yes I have a front yard), I decided to tread along onto another room, another life.
Surrounded by a million people (and I mean million, no exaggeration my friend) I saw an epic mail brought forth by the Water Jackal monster (for all you illiterate to reality, it is what you might call, an internet browser, yes, we still have Internet Explorer, and it still doesn’t work, damn! I was counting on something out of the Microsoft Assembly Line to work. And yes, Bill Gates has managed to package it in a way that Windows seems to sell even here.)
The epic mail brought news of success and manic impromptu celebrations, a huge brand in Public Relations and advertising (who also dabble in News occasionally,) vaguely resembling the name of an organ- was it the heart or the liver… oh yes… It was the Bladder had sent in another request or plead for me to join them (It is difficult to remember with the flood of congratulations from all the planets, yes we have discovered mole men and packed them off to Jupiter, we couriered the Mormons to Mars and Tom Cruise was respectfully asked to leave for Pluto… Bon Voyage… If you ask me what happened to all the Boy Bands, we killed them!!)
I hurriedly made plans to organize a OH-GOD-YOU-SUCK party for all those losers who could not make the short list (how tough is it to get hired, tell me? Is it so difficult?) Just throw out a couple of thousand words on a tireless exercise, about excursions from the valleys and gorges and bang! They are on their knees, begging for me (ideally I would not allow any one to get on their knees unless they are hailing my tough stance on pre-marital sex or offering something precious or it’s a swell woman wanting to offer… something precious, and more than often it’s a neat combination of all three.)
Enough of the tongue and cheek, I realize it get tiny bit exhausting to read through my Success and this futile endeavor of mine and how it brings absolute “joy to your life” (just to quote this little woman with an over inflated ego)
Moving on from the obvious, I managed to squeeze some valuable time, hurriedly put together a few words, while the world’s sirens beckoned me back into their arms (they dig me, my guitaring skills, my swanky black car and that huge tent… in my front yard… yes I have a front yard), I decided to tread along onto another room, another life.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Perspective
A little twist to the lemon, I don’t really know why I write this, but there was a question which was asked of me. By some one for some strange reason I deeply respect.
It was one of those questions you hear all the time and bullshit people with answers. I did that then, a vague retort of taking it a step at a time.
A lie.
A series of unfortunate events, keeping a little to myself, I shall reserve.
Feeling a rude shove into a hole without an opening. It closed when I fell in.
When it did, I found the answer, the answer to the question which had haunted me, an answer which I am not sure I appreciate, but the depressing fact remains- the hole remains closed and the answer leads me no where… yet!
“ All I am trying to do is- to see beyond the light of the match.”
Life.
It was one of those questions you hear all the time and bullshit people with answers. I did that then, a vague retort of taking it a step at a time.
A lie.
A series of unfortunate events, keeping a little to myself, I shall reserve.
Feeling a rude shove into a hole without an opening. It closed when I fell in.
When it did, I found the answer, the answer to the question which had haunted me, an answer which I am not sure I appreciate, but the depressing fact remains- the hole remains closed and the answer leads me no where… yet!
“ All I am trying to do is- to see beyond the light of the match.”
Life.
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