From: India
About me: About me? Well.. Recluse, dysphoric, morose, inane, insane, caffeine-addict, misread, ascetic, platitudinal, dreamer, volatile, scathing, auspicate, deviant, disparate, iridescent, chatoyant, irate, morbid, colors, canvas, creation, hue, saturation, redemption, vehement, profound, intense, abysm, aphoristic, bound? Creative, encumbered, blasphemous, extant, sentient, opiate? Absurd, moronic, loony, preposterous, harebrained? Plastic blue conversations, paradoxes, anomalies, threnodies, acousmas, delusions, illusions, soliloquies?
Thursday, July 17, 2008,1:09 AM
I have no stories to tell.
No magic threads to be woven in the fabric of the mundane.
No swirling flecks of dust to disturb so that they catch the sunlight and sparkle like a thousand maddening diamonds.
No gilt edged delusions to smother stark, jarring reality.
No magic threads to be woven in the fabric of the mundane.
No swirling flecks of dust to disturb so that they catch the sunlight and sparkle like a thousand maddening diamonds.
No gilt edged delusions to smother stark, jarring reality.
,1:02 AM
The silences are growing.
Spanning a mile in a second.
Spanning a mile in a second.
And I do believe its true,
That there are roads left in both of our shoes,
But if the silence takes you,
Then I hope it takes me too.
Thursday, July 03, 2008,8:43 PM
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh...
- Jack Kerouac
From, On the Road
- Jack Kerouac
From, On the Road
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