Where to look for nothing

January 23, 2012 § 2 Comments

We constantly seek it. We want it to work in our every effort. We ask more of it. We fight for it. Sometimes, we are even ready to kill for it. We pray, we cry, we struggle to keep it alive. We consider it as the most noble, most primal. They say its always there but never there. They say that the only way to find it is to believe in it. And that every single person deserves it.

Shouldn’t Hope be a religion?

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Dawn-ting tasks

January 17, 2012 § Leave a comment

Came back from work. Tried to turn on the TV. Then it struck.

I don’t like watching it. Repetition kills.

Too tired to turn on the computer. Did it anyways.

Cleansed myself. Put on the pajamas. I hear light mumble from the belly. Pissed and flushed. Felt lighter but still tired. Coffee? nah. Some juice? meh. Water? aha.

I see the chair waiting. So does the bed. I could use a nap. But  I don’t want to. It will turn in to marathon sleep. I chose the chair.

Music. I turn it it on. It soothes me down. The stress is drowned. The hate, that too gone. Oblivious become obvious. I don’t see what I stare. The vision is totally clear and in absolute abstract. The ambient noises from the speakers somehow have  a mutual correspondence with my vision. Or is it a dream, with my eyes open. Is there is name for it?

Brain says ‘fuck it, I don’t care, no more questions, I don’t want to find any answers, at least for now, leave the fuck me alone’.

Fair enough. Too much have been asked. Little has been said. I just let the noises find its right vibe again.

Fuckin’ hell whataday.

Fuck you cats…..

January 4, 2012 § Leave a comment

….. said God.

Or at least that’s what He would’ve said when He created the world. I mean come on think about it. In this whole big scary waterless universe, he puts cats in the only one planet there is. Fucking cats.

This one thing clearly proves that God fucking hates cats. Fucking attitudial pussies. Even if there is another planet with water, guess which four legged creature will evolve first. Cats.

I actually have this bizarre theory. Day by day its starting to sound more practical. Do you know why we haven’t gotten any replies for the radio signals we sent to the alien planets in the outer space?

Because there are lazy fucking cats sitting there and judging us while we break our heads and assess thinking what the fuck.

I tell you, these cats man. Just hate him. Cute when little, but hate ’em to the core.

The last age of innocence

January 3, 2012 § 2 Comments

I was never an ‘avid’ anything.

From my childhood, I was mediocre in just about everything. Sports, games, studies, fashion, being cool, making jokes, talking trash, and a lot other embarrassing things. But nonetheless,  I was a happy kid… relatively.

I was a 90’s kid. It was a great time to be a ‘kid’. To grow up as one I mean. I believe that, this was the last generation that had any innocence while growing up. The reason I say this is because kids these days are A1 branded assholes. Spoiled to the bone, disrespecting, attitude pumped up, egotistical punks.

When I was growing up, we had to earn everything. Everything we got was a prize. Everything was hidden away, out of sight. We had to wait it out. There was this suspense in everything.

Music for example. Before an album came out, there was only news and gossips… building up the hype and all. Then, there was this occasional peak in the radios. We used to save up all the little money, gather it up, put ’em all together and by that cassette. Cassettes. Remember cassettes. The lovely album arts. I used to collect my favorite album arts. Ahhh, a proud collection it was.

And then the internet happened. Access to unlimited of everything. Innocence and patience were brutally raped. I’m not complaining, I’m all for the unbelievably super high speed internet that could download 1gb in 5 mins, the next generation cloud computing shit and the chip-in-your-brain thing. I’m just saying, the thrill of the waiting is not like it used to be.

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