April 09, 2011
April 08, 2011
Crazy Stupid Love...
*Oh Goddddddddddddddd*
Can I say the word? On a public blog? No need right?
Ryan Gosling, sweetheart, will you please please please be my slave? I swear on the G-spot I will treat you with love and utmost (non)kindness and lots of chocolate and whipped cream.
Promise.
And oh no baby, it's not bothering me at all. Nope. Not one bit.
Yours Lustfully,
A
April 07, 2011
Miss Misery...
I'll fake it through the day
With some help from johnny walker red
Send the poison rain down the drain
To put bad thoughts in my head
Two tickets torn in half
And a lot of nothing to do
Do you miss me, miss misery
Like you say you do?
A man in the park
Read the lines in my hand
Told me Im strong
Hardly ever wrong I said man you mean
You had plans for both of us
That involved a trip out of town
To a place Ive seen in a magazine
That you left lying around
I dont have you with me but
I keep a good attitude
Do you miss me, miss misery
Like you say you do?
I know youd rather see me gone
Than to see me the way that I am
But I am in the life anyway
Next door the tvs flashing
Blue frames on the wall
Its a comedy of errors, you see
Its about taking a fall
To vanish into oblivion
Is easy to do
And I try to be but you know me
I come back when you want me to
Do you miss me miss misery
Like you say you do?
I'll Wander...
The sun, it stripped me of truth.
There wasn't a thing I could do.
The moon shined with hope, but then bade me farewell,
So I chose to follow the blue.
And friends, they took what was theirs.
Then went on to making their plans.
They told me to grin as if pain were a sin,
So I left them standing back there.
Who needs a home when there so much to see
And so many things to do.
Lovers and friends, we'll meet once again
If wandering leads me to you.
And trees, they grow from the earth,
But sometimes they take to the sea.
No one could have known where they one day would be.
So come and wander with me.
Together we'll search for a place
And listen for the hidden sounds
Of wind, and dreams, and all pleasant things.
Come, let's wander around.
Who needs a home when there so much to see
And so many things to do.
Lovers and friends, we'll meet once again
If wandering leads me to you.
And old man sits on his roof,
Sleepily watching the world.
He wandered away all the years of his youth,
Now he's got something to hold.
Well man, I'll be just like you.
I'll see everything to see.
And maybe one day I'll settle to live
With someone who's loving me.
With someone who's loving me.
- Genry Gene
There wasn't a thing I could do.
The moon shined with hope, but then bade me farewell,
So I chose to follow the blue.
And friends, they took what was theirs.
Then went on to making their plans.
They told me to grin as if pain were a sin,
So I left them standing back there.
Who needs a home when there so much to see
And so many things to do.
Lovers and friends, we'll meet once again
If wandering leads me to you.
And trees, they grow from the earth,
But sometimes they take to the sea.
No one could have known where they one day would be.
So come and wander with me.
Together we'll search for a place
And listen for the hidden sounds
Of wind, and dreams, and all pleasant things.
Come, let's wander around.
Who needs a home when there so much to see
And so many things to do.
Lovers and friends, we'll meet once again
If wandering leads me to you.
And old man sits on his roof,
Sleepily watching the world.
He wandered away all the years of his youth,
Now he's got something to hold.
Well man, I'll be just like you.
I'll see everything to see.
And maybe one day I'll settle to live
With someone who's loving me.
With someone who's loving me.
- Genry Gene
Hello Kitten!
Life, I just can't be arsed about you.
*****
Oh these long unyielding nights! I have started to fear these unfriendly sleepless nights now. The despairing panic that blankets the sky come evening...the long wait ahead drowned in cup after cup of sweet tea.
Nothing happens.
Sometimes, tangy tomato soup to keep me warm. Still. Nothing happens.
The cicadas try to keep me company, but I reject them. They make too much noise.
I sit close to the warm, humming machine instead, scrolling word after word.
Numbing.
Days are no better. Left on the coffee table in anonymity, they shift and shuffle, unattended.
Banal. I reject them too.
*****
Dreams, evade. Nothing to dream of. Death too escapes. Nothing to live for.
I have given up on death. It has nothing to offer. It will cheat you into surrender and then poof. Nothing. It will not deliver on what it initially promised.
There's no hope.
*****
The other day I dreamt that some mad scientist has brought the dinosaurs back to life. And that people were living in mansions and houses that float.
I wonder what will happen if the dinosaurs come back to life. I, for one, will welcome them.
*****
Maybe I should go have a kid or something I am thinking. It'll keep me occupied and busy enough for me to never realise that I am not living.
Busy enough to inhale and exhale enough number of times through the day without questioning why.
That's what women have done in every generation. Have kids to escape this never ending unhappiness.
And in turn, created more of it. But maybe I can do it better. Arrogance.
Maybe, after all, there is some hope.
I'll go polish my knuckles now.
*****
Oh these long unyielding nights! I have started to fear these unfriendly sleepless nights now. The despairing panic that blankets the sky come evening...the long wait ahead drowned in cup after cup of sweet tea.
Nothing happens.
Sometimes, tangy tomato soup to keep me warm. Still. Nothing happens.
The cicadas try to keep me company, but I reject them. They make too much noise.
I sit close to the warm, humming machine instead, scrolling word after word.
Numbing.
Days are no better. Left on the coffee table in anonymity, they shift and shuffle, unattended.
Banal. I reject them too.
*****
Dreams, evade. Nothing to dream of. Death too escapes. Nothing to live for.
I have given up on death. It has nothing to offer. It will cheat you into surrender and then poof. Nothing. It will not deliver on what it initially promised.
There's no hope.
*****
The other day I dreamt that some mad scientist has brought the dinosaurs back to life. And that people were living in mansions and houses that float.
I wonder what will happen if the dinosaurs come back to life. I, for one, will welcome them.
*****
Maybe I should go have a kid or something I am thinking. It'll keep me occupied and busy enough for me to never realise that I am not living.
Busy enough to inhale and exhale enough number of times through the day without questioning why.
That's what women have done in every generation. Have kids to escape this never ending unhappiness.
And in turn, created more of it. But maybe I can do it better. Arrogance.
Maybe, after all, there is some hope.
I'll go polish my knuckles now.
April 05, 2011
Wilting Ears...
Dear Universe,
Why is it so bloody(forgive me!) difficult to find a decent man who is also a thrilling conversationalist?! Why? WHY WHY WHY? Answer me this dear Universe!
Why can't I meet a guy who can talk about geography, literature, history, economics, finance, science, politics and any and every topic under the sky and above it? When I can, why can't I find another one like me? Find me a man with whom I can talk till our ears bleed and jaws hurt and till we pass out from sheer exhaustion of talking. Send me a man with whom my conversations are so unbelievably awesome and interesting that even unbelievable good sex is the last thing on our minds.
If such a man does exist, parcel him right away dear Universe, and I shall forever be indebted to you.
Yours (most) loquaciously,
A
Why is it so bloody(forgive me!) difficult to find a decent man who is also a thrilling conversationalist?! Why? WHY WHY WHY? Answer me this dear Universe!
Why can't I meet a guy who can talk about geography, literature, history, economics, finance, science, politics and any and every topic under the sky and above it? When I can, why can't I find another one like me? Find me a man with whom I can talk till our ears bleed and jaws hurt and till we pass out from sheer exhaustion of talking. Send me a man with whom my conversations are so unbelievably awesome and interesting that even unbelievable good sex is the last thing on our minds.
If such a man does exist, parcel him right away dear Universe, and I shall forever be indebted to you.
Yours (most) loquaciously,
A
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