i am hating how my nose feels rite now. When it is not blocked, it feels like niagara falls in there. Sometimes i get a little from column 'a', a little from column 'b'. I feel like jamming in a motorized eggbeater up my nostrils and switching it on to mach speed. i look like rudolph's second cousin from all the nose-rubbing.I damn you to hell you evil virus !!!



i wish i was a lesser man than i already am. to nestle in the bosoms of reality. to just admit defeat. but its just not that easy. its like trying to scratch the itch inside your skull. i want a house divided in the middle by a fence. so i will know that the grass is never greener on the other side.post script: i am in a bad place right now



Just like a magician, confusion was your only illusion.



i swear its not teen angst. most probably one of those mid-life quarter of a century crisis. should i or should i not? its good to know i still have you ole friend.



cornered, the boy kicked out at the world.
the world kicked back alot fucking harder now.



comparing test scores, discussing projects, burning the midnite oil, gee whiz it feels good to be a geek again.



a guy sat next to me in the bus yesterday.a fellow muslim brethren.his long flowing beard gave him away.i had the sudden urge to tell him that i do not believe in God anymore.that heaven and hell is just a way to cower society into doing good.that if God was to judge us on judgement day He would have created everyone as equal.it's easier to think about religion when you dunt have to worry about a roof over your head.or where your next meal is going to come from. but then i reminded myself that some people do deserve to go to hell for crimes that society wont trial them for.someone like George Bush.and a mortal's death sentence would be too lenient for them.i smiled to myself at the thought.the guy next to me got up to alight the bus.he looked at me and smiled as if he heard my every thought.



My Pretty Rose-Tree

A flower was offer'd to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty Rose-Tree",
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.


Then I went to my pretty Rose-Tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my Rose-Tree turn'd away with jealousy,
And Her thorns were my only delight.


Soft Snow

I walked abroad in a snowy day,
I asked the soft snow with me to play;
She play'd and she melt'd in all Her prime,
And the winter called it a dreadful crime.




she says that i dunt appreciate her anymore.that all the i love you's were routine standard operational procedures.and all the payphone phonecalls was just my way of passing away time.all these from the same poisoned lips she kisses me with.maybe u shud have a fling.



'You must therefore conceal from the patient the true end of Humility. Let him think of it not as self-forgetfulness but as a certain kind of opinion of his own talents and character. Fix in his mind the idea that humility consists in trying to believe those to be. The great thing is to make him value an opinion for some quality other than truth, thus introducing an element of dishonesty and make-believe into the heart of what otherwise threatens to becomea virtue. By this method thousands of humans have been brought to think that humility means pretty women trying to believe they are ugly and clever men trying to believe they are fools. And since what they are trying to believe may in some cases, be manifest nonsense, they cannot succeed in believing it and we have the chance of keeping their minds endlessly revolving on themselves in an effort to achieve the impossible.To anticipate the Enemy's strategy, we must consider His aims. The Enemy wants to bring the man to a state of mindin which he could design the best cathedral in the world, and know it to be the best, and rejoice in the fact, without being any more ( or less) or otherwise glad at having done it than he would be if it had been done by another. The Enemy wants him to be so free from any bias in his talents that he can rejoice in his own talents and gratefully as in his neighbours talents.
His whole effort, therefore, will be to get the man's mind off the subject of his own value altogether. He would rather the man thought himself a great architect or a great poet and then forget about it., than that he should spend much time and pains trying to think himself a bad one.



The lines of religion and science tend to cross regularly but the human brain always agree to both sides without really thinking about it.Would you rather believe blind faith or blind theory? Adam and Eve or The Big Bang? If you were to ask me i'd say that Adam and Eve had a Big Bang. There. Happy now?



I have always likened listening to 'Big Star' to climbing an infinite ladder. A Stairway To Heaven of sorts. The first few steps starts off slow. As u go higher,you realize that you are asphyxiating from the thin air. vertigo overwhelms you.Your head starts to spin. In a good way. But you trudge on reaching for omnipotence. Limbs start to tire. Breathing becomes laboured. you close your eyes. You're almost there. You can feel it. You let yourself smile. You go on further. The mind starts to wander. You feel a sense of contentment. The legs carry you higher; even though you know there's nothing greater than the feeling you have now.You inhale and then let go. Of your grip on the ladder. You look up as gravity pulls you down.You smiled like a mortal that has just felt earth's heaven. Knowing that anything else would have paled in comparison. You close your eyes as you awaits death's sweet release. And that's exactly what it is.
your beautiful realease.



Did you ever have the feeling that you wanted to go?
Did you ever have the feeling that you wanted to go?
Stay? Go? Stay?



One thing that i can never get use to is the taste of bile juice.