neurosis in green 

Long Watchtower 

morning view 

..parallel lines... 

father figure 

The Enchanted Forest 

Just crumbles and burns 

Polka Path 

brain burning 

floating in antiallergins

for all thsoe dreams
that lie yet to become
materialize yourself at your own will
i do not know how to make it possible
how does one click a photograph of music?
can one?

craving crapulence

sometimes a brain can get so fried.

micturating

i can't say it enough,
peeing is the shiznit!
the ultimate relief
is it just me or do others also see images in their brains when they pee...
not in the normal pees, the ultra relief pisses
like when you REALLY really had to pee, like one more second and your bladder would have burst, when you finally get to, its like squashing a flaccid water balloon in your palm...or like a hotwater bag being emptied...
i knew i'd gross people out keying in such stuff..
but i could go on about this for hours,
ofcourse, i'd keep losing track on account of having to go pee..and then i'd get distracted, and miss the train,
oh gosh this is the worst blog ive ever written.
im going to delete it tomorrow.

this flexure

dear only audience,
i am doing this purely for your satisfaction,
the leak has been fixed but the water is now over,
so no brushing bathing and brewing.
brain brabbling is always allowed.

did i write this?

And we all continue to walk down some trail.
A path disguised by so many distractions.
Pretending it’s a part of everyday life.
Perhaps he forgot to look hard enough:
Did they all lose themselves to a well executed sham?
Caught a glimpse of herself in the kitchen counter the other day.
Wonder what evoked it? Could it be?
A note in a tangled tune that made him feel safe
That colour always made her feel warm.

Sheltered as we are in this spider web world
Our emotions spangled across a keyboard.
Our bodies striving to unbecome lava lamps
Is the intoxicant just a bauble to the highbrow?

genial imagery

you know that feeling that rushes trough your veins...when you randomly ramble through your old stuff…emptying out the contents of a discarded wallet, I found these random things I always had with me. Funny how you can find yourself in the images that different objects project through your mind… that sensation of touching all those things that you kept in contact with on a personal basis at one point in your life…. somehow every detail of every frame seems to whiz by...that shade of blue eye outliner that Janine wore…that stupid andoras table, those random mushrooms that sprouted in the roots of that gorgeous tree, which by the way, has been hacked…or if may say, hashed now....

“you can look inside and see whats on my mind” ~ Dave Matthews

Scanning through my mind while listening to songs of the past also brings back pleasant smells and visuals…two friends in the midst of conversation on a terrace..a bolt of lightning strikes, he’s sure he’s been struck….the expression of death on his face!..wait a minute..it was just a tubelight that came on…hahaha…

Vitriolic (adj) Harsh or corrosive in tone, Of a substance, especially a strong acid; capable of destroying or eating away by chemical action

Life is too insane, whoever thought of the concept was a mad chemical. Amoeba…some whacked out stuff….

counting sheep

even as my mind begins to melt into the drone of the day and as it approaces shut down, the daily drill continues..and why shouldn't it?
its not like i did anything different today....same ole stuff...learnt a new thing, learnt some new words (my newest and favouritest pass time), thought some new ideas.
think
store
think
store
think
store
store..and forget.

sigh!
perhaps thats what dreams were invented for...maybe, when your ideas get churned into mindfloss and become random images, similar existing stuff excites you and you buy it coz you thought you wanted it and dreamt it.

oh wait..that would mean i invented the world.
and YES, i know, i absolutely didn't.

i am appauled at my inability to spew. shall hand it to the expert:

My Dream - Ogden Nash

This is my dream,
It is my own dream,
I dreamt it.
I dreamt that my hair was kempt.
Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.

a vision softly creeping

chaos , an end result and a new beginning...
I have read somewhere that in Greek mythology Chaos was the most ancient of Gods.
Its like genesis. and its antithesis.
it's fascinating...like that night way back in 99 on hillTop...
we all noticed it at some point in the night..
Mads and i noticed it, gRunge and i caught it, ...
"mass movement"..thats the term we coined for it..right then, in our own sharespace...

bonding..its a really cool thing...when you can feel 'em funky plastic wires shooting out from your head and squirming around everywhere, like they've just been sprayed out of a can of that party spray stuff...
making beautiful knots in ringlets..with someone elses,
like an enchanted chameleon phasing from one side of the gradient to the another...

came across a really nice publication today...reminded me about stuff i really want to do...and showed me that there are people who are really doing what they really wanted to do...

so many plans, so little patience...whatever am i going to do? i suppose Bob never went through this...i mean im sure Eddie might have...but Bob..he was just a class apart...
belated 60th haPpy birThday Bob.

I came across an article today that sold a cellphone connection for people to communicate with their dearly departed and loved ones in their graves...needless to say, it was one way communication.
somethings about it disturbed me...but it reminded me that to speak to those i have lost,
such a device would be absolutely otiose. i figure they can hear me speak to them in my head..and if that don't work, then here goes:

Mr. Toto,
with whom i have shared many a favourite songs and books,
and annikels and punya,
and one liners ofcourse
its too bad i dont get to hear from your brain anymore,
and its just too bad that after dropping you to parle station that day i never saw you again.
i hope you found whatever you needed to come your way before it was over.
and i hope your train ride wasn't too rough..i remember telling you it might be packed like sardines...
rest in peace man, hope the music keeps playing.

sucking on papercuts

alarm whines orb alert
coffee sweeping the fringes awake
alkaloids doing their thing
she continues doing what she thinks is hers
whizzing down the pretty road
often it adorns twinning trees
the eternal neardeath rick ride to survival
another joyride to exhale
resting lids see hope in images
of mountains and friendships and valleys of yellow monkeys
laciniate waves tinted with gold
swallowing a fiery crimson ball
a blueberry flavoured relationship
back to the sacred bathe space
lufah scrubbing the cynicsm away
naughty bubbles made of lavendar showergels
minty burps and whatnots...

Procrastinating

I wish there was some way of finding the perfect and most distraction free environment to get work done. At the office there is tons of insignificant conversation floating around. At home distraction comes dressed like a golden fluffy cat. If not that, theres always chocolate...no matter where it shows up, its bound to take your thoughts down an unknown path.

Path is a nice word. When i remember it correct, i shall elucidate how we make the 'th' sound and what are the different ways in which we can make it.

for now, i have a long day tomorrow and slumber awaits me at my pillow.
yawn.