'Stop me from drinking the water in which I drown'

It's enough to let your complexities hang. A stillbirth. The unshared anticipation that blooms and begs to be disposed off like a bloodied tampon. And when you let them hide in their paperthin folds and sweatlaced crevices, all the world transforms into a spiral. An endless conundrum. A complex mathematical equation.

I long for dark reverbrations, swift zephyrs and a lack of seasparkled noonsun heatwaves. It is then that I will ease my way back home again to subliminal slumbers and festering nothingnesses.

Verbal fornication and calloused caresses seem to have left caffine bitter cuts upon my arm that love sprinkled anticeptics cannot heal.

I will find my clickety clacking cliche within plastic keys. And in time, an endless slumbered freefall with liquid angels dressed in song by my side.

Hah. You can almost hear the rain coming.

"Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest motherfucker in the world. If I moved to a martial-arts monastary in China and studied real hard for ten years. If my family was wiped out by Colombian drug dealers and I swore myself to revenge. If I got a fatal disease, had one year to live, devoted it to wiping out street crime. If I just dropped out and devoted my life to being bad.

Hiro used to feel that way too, but then he ran into Raven. In a way, this is liberating. He no longer has to worry about trying to be the baddest motherfucker in the world. The position is taken.
The crowning touch, the one thing that puts true world-class-badmotherfuckerdom totally out of reach, of course, is the hydrogen bomb. If it weren't for the hydrogen bomb, a man could still aspire. Maybe find Raven's Achilles' heel. Sneak up, get a drop, slip a mickey, pull a fast one. But Raven's nuclear umbrella kind of puts the world title out of reach.

Which is okay. Sometimes it's all right just ot be a little bad. To know your limitations.

Make do with what you've got."
- Neal Stephenson

Penisfruits, metrosexuals and a year together.

Fact:
India is the world's largest banana grower, with an annual production of 16.8 million tonnes. Which is over 20 % of the total world output of 72.6 million tonnes!

FUCK! No wonder I see bananas overflowing out of every fruit bowl in every house I go to. Everyone I know in India must (must) always (always) stock bananas in their house. Its almost like their lifeforce, but in a creepy sort of way. Some use it for decorative purposes : o And dozens of people swarm around the kelawala when they get out of the subway... Theyre instinctively drawn towards these squishy-green-elongated-semipulp-treegrowing-penises.
Our country is overflowing with Penisfruits!

*Hyperventilates*

I have a premonition that my next nightmare is going to be about suffocating in mounds and mounds of penisfruits that have invaded my house, clinging onto me, trying to squease their way up my nostrils and the likes. Sort of like Herbie goes bananas :S

Quote of the day:

In a 4.67 second discussion regarding metrosexuals.
scrizer says:
A pedicure is metrosexualish
scrizer says:
real men kick walls to trim toe nails.

Being retarded is almost fun when someone takes a pic of you when you're unaware. When you take it yourself, you tend to look absolutely idiotic...Like this:

(Note: This pic was taken on 8th of April 2006 and I secretely think its incredibly lovely ;p. Shhh.)

Release...release...release...


I dreamt I had an indescribably intense orgasm after being finger fucked against a rough wall in a house I've never been to, by a man I've never seen...I knew him though. I knew him very well but I've never seen him. He had all his clothes on and was pressing up against me. No kisses, no unnecessary sounds except our heavy breathing which quickened rapidly... I was then lying in a warm sticky pool of crimson on the floor with everything black around me and I didnt know whether it was coming up from underneath the floor or inside me... there was no pain... only pleasure... and then I drifted...

"No, I mean real sex dreams, the kind where you grab some naked bitch by the neck and pinch her and punch her in the face until she's all bloody and then throw yourself down to ravish her and burst into tears because you love her and hate her so much you don't know what to do."
Joseph Heller, Catch22

And your world with spin so quickly you wont know whether you need to just stop being the bad motherfucker or just let go and sink into her arms and revel in the pleasure you get out of the pain you've caused...