This Is Damn Funny

I had to post this. This is hilarious.

“I thank God I was born Catholic so sex will always be dirty.” --John Waters

"My girlfriend said to me in bed last night' 'you're a pervert' I said, 'that's a big word for a girl of nine'." --Emo Phillips

"It's so long since I've had sex, I've forgotten who ties up whom." --Joan Rivers

"A nymphomaniac is a women as obsessed with sex as the average man." --Mignon McLaughlin

"If there is reincarnation, I'd like to come back as Warren Beatty's fingertips." --Woody Allen

"What's the three words you never want to hear while making love? Honey, I'm home." --Ken Hammond

"Don't have sex man. It leads to kissing and pretty soon you have to start talking to them." --Steve Martin

“Bisexuality immediately doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night.” --Rodney Dangerfield

“There’s very little advice in men’s magazines, because men think, I know what I’m doing. Just show me somebody naked.” --Jerry Seinfeld

“Ah, yes, divorce, from the Latin word meaning to rip out a man’s genitals through his wallet.” --Robin Williams

First Love Prognosis

So it was going to happen. Hmm. I don't think there was anything odd about this realization. I have not forgotten her. My first love. My first moment of eternal happiness. Yeah. I thought I never gave a fuck about her after the way things turned out to be. But somewhere in the most lonely place of my heart, her memories still remain.It is difficult to forget. Yes,it is. I am not going anywhere, I don't love her. I am sure of that. But still today I feel like I am hollow. My first love. I had seen her. That day. I regret it today. Why? I was overwhelmed by my love for her. I had surrendered myself to something which I never got. Vague aspirations, insipid inspiration and other such lameless activities only brought me down. I am not going anywhere. It is better I forget her. What is the use? I forget you. Go away. Just fucking go away from that place. I have to destroy it. I am happy now. What do you want now? You have tormented me enough. Now please leave me. Please. Just fucking leave me.


I remember you sometimes
Not always
Somewhere in my stupid heart
you stay
You make me cry
you are a fucking sadist
I can't throw you out
I can't keep you in
Its such a fucking pain.

So after some time, you will go away. I will stay where I was. I would not move. Your fucking ghost would never let me leave in peace.

I too

Hmm. I am twenty and I don't have a girlfriend. I too want to have a girlfriend. I too want to love somebody and get back some love in return. But well it seems nothing is going to happen. I am surrounded by some fossilized species of girls who would never understand me.
So. So what? So nothing. Let me just relax and enjoy my days of being single

As Tennyson said it

"ITS BETTER TO HAVE LOVED AND LOST
THAN NEVER TO HAVE LOVED AT ALL"

The saddest part is
I loved..but never got the love back...

A BIG PHUCK AS IF I BLOODY CARE ABOUT THIS

Maybe this is another titleless blog post from my side. Three days. I have seen enough. What the world is all about. Though I think, though I believe it has not affected me in anyway, it has. But I have not learned my lesson. I guess I will never learn it until this things happen to me. I shiver when I think about it. But I know it will happen. No one can stop it. But I wish that I am strong the way I am right now.
Exams are near. I am aimless. I am fucked up. Poetry, novel, phonetics and other shits. I really don't know where to start and end. 15 days more and well, the battle begins.
I also realized that my general knowledge has dwindled to sub zero conditions. I am spending more time doing irrelevant things. I have to concentrate more on the things which will help me. But I have no concentration at all. From May, serious studies. I promise. Let this crap of an exam finish.
Really enjoying European Industrial Metal. L'ame Immortelle and Oomph.
Submitted a story, a flash fiction if you say in a magazine. I know its crap. But still took a chance.
Now I have some plans to study. I know it would not happen. But still I would try. Have a throbbing headache as well.

Let her soul rest in peace. God, give strength to her family. I have nothing to say. I am lost. Guide me out. Please God.

tHE bLOODY bITCHES & tHE fUCKING pIMPS & tHE wORLD aROUND mE

I think I have seen it all. But I know there are some more things left to be seen. I have seen bloody bitches, I have seen fucked up fake titted whores with their tiny cunny hanging out like a piece of trampled flesh, I have seen fucking pimps whose tongue are always on the loose to get some button to press on. I have managed to keep myself away from all those stuff.But I don't know when I shall become one of those pimps myself. I know, the time would come when I would fuck and make a girl cry or I would fuck and the girl would made me cry. One of those bloody bitch type.
So there are many type of girls in these world. some are good. the rest all bad. and there are many types of boys in this world. all know one thing. they would need a pussy at the end of the day. love. I would say fuck love. fuck it like as if the pussy is on fire. showing some external displays of emotion won't take you anywhere. because at the end of the day, all you will want is pussy and pussy is what you will get. and yeah maybe a bit of boobs
All those people who are in love and going through that transient effect or the heavenly wonderment they feel they are in right now, I warn them. Heartache and heartbreak is a constant companion in this journey, so be bit careful. So if you get dumped, don't take up drugs, or try and screw your soul out of your life.
Also again there are people who really love. Soul love. You can call this. But in 2009, there are people who hardly do this kind of thing. Its all about pussy. Its all about the piece of meat. suck. get sucked. Brag among friends about your nocturnal nourishment. Sperm or pussy juice. Which one you got. Or did you failed to perform. We might all be wary how much sensitive this topic is but then I know how much senseless you guys are actually. There is nothing left. the social stigmas attached to it have long gone due to your BAAP bucks or to present it in a more honorific way, your father's wealth. You have wealth, you can do whatever you want. Man is a sucker for pussy, but he is even a bigger sucker for money. Wish both were the same thing.
Why does a boy love a girl...Why does a girl love a boy...
The answer would baffle the best of the lot. I am not sure. There are so many factors. It might be lust only. And it has to be lust. You can't love anyone if you don't have feeling of lust about him or her. Or maybe its total lust.
I have fallen in love.Many a times.I thought they were true love for my burning soul. It would be cooled down by the sudden unexpected rain. But I was wrong. It was a cyclone. and it was all lust.Full of lust. I was ashamed when I realized that. But I did got an erection
So, why I write this. I don't know. I see the fucking decadence around me. I see it all. I can't help it. But it goes on. I am the victim. I am the perpetrator as well. I am the one who sees it all and enjoy like a sadist hidden in the dark corner and grin and wonder when I would download that new porn movie and watch it after one in the morning when most of the world is either sleeping or having sex.

Garden Of Prometheus

The flying lark laughs at my misery
I move around in forest of hopelessness
I see a cleft, I walk through it
I see Prometheus, his pain and agony
chained to a rock,while the gods above
rejoice at his suffering
He looks at me, and gives a smile
A vile sorrow pecks my heart
I can't feel sorry for him
Its God's order, It shall be a crime
'Tell me your problem oh stranger.'
'in this garden I am the gardener'
I devoid of my thoughts
tell him about my lover's need
soul or heart, which is more important
life or death or love or hate
'ah stranger, you think a lot'
He smiles and tell me a tale
'Will you live if she is not there?
or will you perish if she is there
Its difficult my friend, to think of love and hate
at the same time when your heart is burdened
Your soul or heart, it doesn't matter a lot
give her both and she shall give you in return
her soul and heart...
Mark my words oh stranger from a strange land
I am cursed till eternity
but it was good to speak to you
now just rush back'
I rushed back
thinking she would wait for me at that moon lit cafe
I was late
she had left with someone else
I tried in vain to look for her
I wanted to go back to the garden of Prometheus
'she was here.' he tells me
I curse my fate
'with whom?' I hear my voice
'with someone I myself don't know.'
I walk around the garden
he gives me the permission
its full of blood red carnivorous plants
'you are not edible, you mortal.'
they mock me
I walk around
surprised with each step I take
I see the fates
spinning measuring and cutting
I sit beside them
I ask nothing
they look at me and smile
'you mortal, we are still measuring
you can come some day later.'
I walk on
the garden of Prometheus is so big
And the I see her
I wish I was blind
she was with Thanatos
she looked at me smiled
'I had to come.'
I rush back to Prometheus
'your question is now answered mortal.'
he said
waiting as the sun turns black
the horizon is a signal of blur
I sit down there
there are many more tales
I have to listen
before I leave the garden of Prometheus

Tomar Jonno and other poisons-pART 1

Song:Tomar Jonno, Seh Jeh Bose Ache Eka Eka
Artist: Arnob

Song: Black, Jeremy
Artist:Pearl Jam

Song:Saiyyan
Artist:Kailash Kher

Song:Let her cry
Artist:Hootie and the Blowfish

Song:Rape Me
Artist: kurt cobain

Song:The Golden Floor, Run, Set Down Your Glass
Artist: Snow Patrol

Song:Crying,Hole In a Sole
Artist:Aerosmith

Song: Alone Again
Artist:Dokken

Song:Jet City Woman, Another Rainy Night, Silent Lucidity
Artist:Queensryche

Song:Sparks,Clocks,Fix you
Artist:Coldplay

Song: Falling Slowly
Artist:The Frames

The first in the series..more will follow..these songs are my poison..if I wanna die..I would like to drink this and die...maybe listen and die...yes..I want to die...just die..fall down slowly..listen and then die..listen again and die again..and die and die and die...die a thousand times...

First post

So I have started blogging again. Let me see what I do this time. I have many things to write. Let me see..just let me see...let me see again..one minute more..let me just see...If I can really write what the fuck I want to write...