Morphine/AARRGHHHH... Cant Take It ANY MORE
This is why i blog.. The perennial numbness of my mind, the rising smoke of burning thoughts blurs all that i could see otherwise and just when i write I make it ultimate...
This is nuthing but a random post in which i pour out all the thoughts that reside in my brain....
Ok, being too lazy to write i had saved the previous paragraph as a draft but now i am in a different mood and i still have those thoughts whirring in my brain but i choose to write about stuff which matters to me now... So no doodlings...
28th April, 2006
1:11 am
Main CC, My college
This is it.. Have had enough(of dont know what)... Really, it is a state of saturation... Why is it always that people confuse being "practical" and "straight-forward" with being "helpful"? You go around crying your sob-story to the people you think matter(why?) and most of the times they would end up telling you THE TRUTH... Bah! as if you need to be told the truth. Cant you tell whats right and whats wrong?
ok, i dont think it makes sense(shit) but still.. most of the times what you need is a humane, normal attitude fromyour loved ones rather than some bull shit influenced heavily by the system around(by system i mean, the rudimentary rules and regulations that operate within a specified physical boundary)...
You know, its like one of those days when you do something wrong and you know it cant be undone, for example, remember the first time you broke a crystal tumbler. you are shit scared for you have destroyed the set.. so you wait for your mom to find out.. when she does, what do you expect? do you expect to be told that what you have done has destroyed the set and blah blah.. NO.. You expect to be told that what had happened was wrong and should not be repeated.. and most of the time it is like...
SHIT MAN I CANT EVEN WRITE TO SAVE MY LIFE...... There are 1010010010101010(in decimal) thoughts going through my head...
BOTTOMLINE: I need my parents or my friends around me with a hug for a greeting..
Tears will always be more precious for me than pearls...
Go listen to "Mother" by Pink Floyd..
This is a bad test post.. will be back when i have sumthing concrete and clear to talk about(to whom, does anybody even read this?)
have to go shit..
This is nuthing but a random post in which i pour out all the thoughts that reside in my brain....
Ok, being too lazy to write i had saved the previous paragraph as a draft but now i am in a different mood and i still have those thoughts whirring in my brain but i choose to write about stuff which matters to me now... So no doodlings...
28th April, 2006
1:11 am
Main CC, My college
This is it.. Have had enough(of dont know what)... Really, it is a state of saturation... Why is it always that people confuse being "practical" and "straight-forward" with being "helpful"? You go around crying your sob-story to the people you think matter(why?) and most of the times they would end up telling you THE TRUTH... Bah! as if you need to be told the truth. Cant you tell whats right and whats wrong?
ok, i dont think it makes sense(shit) but still.. most of the times what you need is a humane, normal attitude fromyour loved ones rather than some bull shit influenced heavily by the system around(by system i mean, the rudimentary rules and regulations that operate within a specified physical boundary)...
You know, its like one of those days when you do something wrong and you know it cant be undone, for example, remember the first time you broke a crystal tumbler. you are shit scared for you have destroyed the set.. so you wait for your mom to find out.. when she does, what do you expect? do you expect to be told that what you have done has destroyed the set and blah blah.. NO.. You expect to be told that what had happened was wrong and should not be repeated.. and most of the time it is like...
SHIT MAN I CANT EVEN WRITE TO SAVE MY LIFE...... There are 1010010010101010(in decimal) thoughts going through my head...
BOTTOMLINE: I need my parents or my friends around me with a hug for a greeting..
Tears will always be more precious for me than pearls...
Go listen to "Mother" by Pink Floyd..
This is a bad test post.. will be back when i have sumthing concrete and clear to talk about(to whom, does anybody even read this?)
have to go shit..
posted by Prashant Gautam at 10:51 AM
4 Comments:
Dear darling,
My (unwanted) opinion is that you very well can write to save ur life but can't read to, if you get my drift, drifter.
OK, so that's one more of the get scolded coz u broke the crystal tumbler things, but that's THE kind of shit you'll have to live with 'til you get out your "create fiasco around urself" tendency of yours,and floccinaucinihilipilification of the system won't help you ,I guess.
(wrote this to use THAT word........ read what it means today, finally, so I might not mean it after all, for all u know)
What the f***, ok even i can't write comments on blogs to save my life but yeah, i don't have even 10 (in binary, that is..) thoughts polluting my mind so I guess my writing skills themselves are to blame.
See you then at 330/2,
Love,
TENT.
i love you man .
i love you man
Heyypppp.......... Pretty cool. keep up!
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