Friday, April 24, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Cocaine
I don't care what happened with Clapton after the 60's. For Cocaine alone, I'm willing to worship him:
If you wanna hang out you’ve got to take her out; cocaine.
If you wanna get down, down on the ground; cocaine.
She don’t lie, she don’t lie, she don’t lie; cocaine.
If you got bad news, you wanna kick them blues; cocaine.
When your day is done and you wanna run; cocaine.
She don’t lie, she don’t lie, she don’t lie; cocaine.
If your thing is gone and you wanna ride on; cocaine.
Don’t forget this fact, you can’t get it back; cocaine.
She don’t lie, she don’t lie, she don’t lie; cocaine.
She don’t lie, she don’t lie, she don’t lie; cocaine.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Metal P
I stood on one leg. No, I was squatting-quite unnatural for my ilk, but then, I'd ceased being normal ever since I'd taken up residence in this new place. The world in front of my eyes was lit up by what they called the sun. Green weeds killing a lake, pipelines running amok, brass bands blaring the daylights out of themselves-while all this might have been sufficient to put anyone off, my case was different.
It was about five months back that I first flew into this place. Everyone around had promised me that this was an ideal place, given that so many of us were already living there. The fact that it was a semi-urbane setting, with the least amount of disturbance from the elements.
I didn't think twice about it as my last haunt had been a rather sulky place somewhere close to the mills with cotton smoke filling my lungs and all. So anyway, here I was, with a nice little place to stand and gaze into the distance. That first night had been a welcome change from the mills-quiet hours of sleeping...there was a slight disturbance of sorts in the room, but it was okay.
Three days and things were all hunky-dory. And then we came face to face.
He opened his window one fine day, shouting out something to the world, notices me, hits his head on the glass and freaks out. That, was the beginning of a tumultuous relationship. For three months after that, every night, night after night, I've been exposed to anti-religious blasphemous ideologies, noise from the graves of our ancestors, maniacal screams of laughter from depths only Satan would have found reachable, plans to destroy the world and what not. I've tried to resist, tried to stuff hay down my ears, stand on one leg and pray to the almighty but to no avail. And now, I sit here, contemplating suicide, while the idiot drives away everyone else.
He even has a name for me! Metal Pigeon!
It was about five months back that I first flew into this place. Everyone around had promised me that this was an ideal place, given that so many of us were already living there. The fact that it was a semi-urbane setting, with the least amount of disturbance from the elements.
I didn't think twice about it as my last haunt had been a rather sulky place somewhere close to the mills with cotton smoke filling my lungs and all. So anyway, here I was, with a nice little place to stand and gaze into the distance. That first night had been a welcome change from the mills-quiet hours of sleeping...there was a slight disturbance of sorts in the room, but it was okay.
Three days and things were all hunky-dory. And then we came face to face.
He opened his window one fine day, shouting out something to the world, notices me, hits his head on the glass and freaks out. That, was the beginning of a tumultuous relationship. For three months after that, every night, night after night, I've been exposed to anti-religious blasphemous ideologies, noise from the graves of our ancestors, maniacal screams of laughter from depths only Satan would have found reachable, plans to destroy the world and what not. I've tried to resist, tried to stuff hay down my ears, stand on one leg and pray to the almighty but to no avail. And now, I sit here, contemplating suicide, while the idiot drives away everyone else.
He even has a name for me! Metal Pigeon!
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Whoosh!
In the words of Kalrav, HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA \m/ I'd be a lot more irregular with this blog.
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