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Ah let me contemplate, what have we found

But did we ever search

We sat by the birch

As the snow fell

And we knocked on the glass wall

So that it would fall

But it never did

Ah, I don't remember if we ever searched

If we ever looked for what we were looking for

Only we looked for drastic pleasures

Coiled with the treasures of our childhood

And we shall always swim in this fish bowl

Trapped in sanguine murmur of our desire

It was travelling to the wonderland

A place we always dreamed of

It was like dancing to the tune of the pied piper of hamlin
Its such a soliloquy

Such a trollop day as the night whispers in my ear

Don’t you want to return

I sleep with the head full of eccentricities

The dancing dreams waltz with me in the dreary channel

As the river flows by

By the whistling weeds

The salutory air, the clinging pleasures

Hanging low and brooding

And then I realize

I always wanted to be here

Among such purple hemisphere

This where I always was

This is where I always will be

So that I can see you and you can see me

Phony City Life-2

So this would be another post on the phony city life. Yeah, phony love. That's it slimeball. Another phony-ical blasting scourge whipping on thy bareback, the lamedick branded phony love life, the sissipated romeo and the pussy peddling juliet, yes that's all you could get in the phony city. Nothing else, nothing you could ever see in phony city.
Go out in phony city, go to any hi-fi sophisticated[my intellectual ass] place like ccd, barista or any other phony place you could see lovebirds, dropping their love shits and coodling and cuddling in a corner, such a phony sight.
Such stupid lifestyle. I FUCKING DESPISE THIS ALL. MY FUCKING HORMONES GO FOR A TOSS. HELL YEAH. This is strangely the condition of the Indian Population, the Indian diaspora. All love, all heartbreak, then you hit the bottle, take drugs and well, the journey just begins.
Yes, I have failed in love. I have failed in love countless times, I have screwed it up. I AM FUCKING PROUD OF IT. YES I AM. But I am raving and ranting over the thing, you might thing, grapes are sour for me. Fuck the grapes. I can get any stupid grapes in the market.
Wherever I go, whereever I sit, I can only see phony love and nothing else. Its all coated with sex. Nothing but sex, get the lauda lasooned and the chut polished. Heck, this is bliddy love and this is love all about. This is love all around me. FUCK TRUE LOVE. FUCK UNREQUITED LOVE. Urgh, I hate it so much. Why god? What's the whole melodrama all about. So much brouhaha for love when most of the shmucks don't even know.
This is love. This is fucking love. This is crap love. This is suck my balls love.
And I am a lonely asshole waiting for a girl to love me, hoping that it won't be a phony love. But I know I will never get it. Its all but a stupid sick joke, a non-salabrious piece of pathertic satire.

So love, yes love, off course love. I wonder why I have failed in love. What criterias remain unfulfilled in love by me. There must be something and why do girls can't stop being phony. Some answers are "I am not the right one for me" which can be deciphered as "You are not the right one for me you jerk". "You have to wait and concentrate on your career" which can be deciphered as "You are not the one for me, you are worthless, your a shit, you are a gobshite. Even if you will wait for me, you will never get me." Phony answers, phony stupid answers.

My blood boils, but whats the use. No use at all. This is phony city love. This is the so called phony city love. I got tangled up in blue, I got tangled up bad, no need to be sad, its all a fad, stupid phony city fad.

Phony City Life-1

Wherever I go I am bugged by bunch of phonies,pseudos, bastards, illiterate slimeballs. I hate it. But the fact is apparent that I cannot ignore them since they form a large chunk of this screwed up existence of mine. Its totally pathetic when you see people around you just pretending, just acting so gloriously stupid. Yeah, stupid. Big bad wannabe stupids. And you have to be quiet and see their crazy antiques. I just hate this thing. I just hate people who think its cool. Fuck you pseudo cools. Just fuck you.

This city has been a revelation for me. I am from a small town. Now small means small. And whoever said that you shouldn't be distinguishing between the place where you come from to a big city can well suck his own balls dry. There will always be a prejudice. When they come to know you are from some small city, the discrimination begins. And this is India. It happens here by the lot, by the dimes, by the cents and by the people.

I am kinda tired by this persecution. Yes, it is. You should look the phony girls wearing some high-funda dress asking you that same stupid question. and they act as it they are formed from nietzsche's sperm. The boys are just the same. Satre's offspring. Damn stupid. Yes, people around me are stupid. And I am biggest of them all because I stay with them looking at their monkey dance without protesting, looking at them wasting their life, wasting my life with them, cause am a damn coward to fight back because they would overwhelm me. I have already lost even before I started out.

Welcome to Phony City.

Remembrance of all the things that passed

RANDOM STUFFS

I was in class 3 when I for the first time saw a kung fu serial... BLOOD STAINED INTRIGUE

I wanted to be Bak Jin Mo..the protagonist.. I wanted to kick ass. I wanted to have a magical sword..his enemies were mine as well...

I remember practising shadow kicks.. I wanted to be a kung fu star

Was big fan of space adventures.. use to see star trek without understanding anything. was in class four that time... I miss that star world.. I really miss it

Talespin..Ducktales..Gummi Bears..Mowgli...I grew up with them

Was in class three when I saw a Steven Seagal movie

Was in class five when I heard my first complete english music album

I idolized Captain Vyom

Had the whole collection of Shaktiman comics

Class 5 again, I got my first Superman comics

Batman comics was much later

Batman is someone whom I still revere

Sad at his apparent death

Marilyn Monroe was my biggest crush from class 3 to 6

How I use to dream about her...

Princess Diana's death shattered me.. again in class 3

I have never been kissed by any girl till now.. neither have I kissed anyone..

I remember I wanted to be jack of titanic with a mix of jatputra sunny deol.. I wanted to smash that iceberg and take away rose to our castle

I saw rambo in class 4 or 5.. Stallone became my icon.. I still remember how excited I was.. I still love the Rambo series...

I think I shall continue more about this.. soon I will be 21.. and then I may forget... But I won't allow myself to forget...