The Tin Man Prequel...

The deal was made. As He packed everything into his tiny briefcase, He caught my glance as I stared fervently at the tiny red sliver peeking out. It was a deliberate tease. He knew. I was fidgeting.

"Do you want it back?"
"I can't. Can I?"
"I could give you one more chance with it. One last shot."
"Ok."
"So you really do want it? Y'know, you'll be better off without it. You've come so far."
"Yes. Just this one last chance."

He had to sneer, "One last chance. One final chance." He stood up and handed it to me.

I took it. I felt...

The Great Destroyer...

I woke up under a heap of people. Took me a while before I finally clambered out of the heap to the top for some air. Those around me seemed lifeless though their eyes were wide open and you could see their souls flickering within. I looked around the huge landfill of lifeless people. They were all naked. We were all naked. It took me some time before it finally dawned upon me that this 'heap' ain't made up of homo sapiens. These were angels.

Dead angels.

Angels, being immortal, cannot actually die. They can only be trapped in a lifeless body as ethereal beings and be deemed useless. They feel everything though they cannot bleed, they see everything with their eyes though they cannot blink, and their perfect bodies do not decompose. They stay in this state for eternity.

Until a reason to bring them back to life gives them another chance.


Upon which, they return to serve a different master.


Upon which, they are angels no more...

satisfied cravings...

I light up, inhaling my vice and taking in the ambience. The flashing lights. The people. The sins.

Them lemmings never fail to amuse me.

Whoever said the world was in a chaos was obviously archaic and ignorant. The new age of man is far from being unpredictable. The only thing in disorder is probably the juices powering the medula neurons of the lemmings.

But everything else, every action and reaction, is predictable...

Amazing.


word.

My mundane existence day to day is the ultimate phobia. I end every day with a tingle down my spine with the eerie realization that I had actually spent the last 24 hours of my life in limbo. Reminding myself constantly of the fat bald man in the red BMW where the most exciting thing about his life is probably the red colour of the BMW. No, I am not questioning the meaning of life. I find that pretty dumb and I suppose only plants do that. I'd rather spend time making a meaning out of my life.

Will spend the rest of the day on Emerson...


word.

Tim Ferriss on Haters...

You fight to win... that's it.

My Weekend...

How was your weekend?

Saw the world turning in my sheets. And once again I cannot sleep... Walked out the door and up the streets... Looked at the moon beneath my feet. Remember rights that I did wrong. There is no place I cannot go. My mind is muddy but my heart is heavy... does it show?

I lose the track that loses me... and so I sent some men to fight. One came back at dead of night. Said he'd seen my enemy. Said he looked just like me. So I set out to cut myself...

I'm not calling for a second chance... I'm screaming at the top of my voice...

Give me reason, but don't give me choice. Cause I'll just make the same mistake again....

And maybe someday we will meet. And maybe talk but not just speak...

Dont buy the promises...


Cause there are no promises I keep...

It was a day full of contemplation. I do that all the time when I drive long distances. I've never been a fan of long distances. Then again, I'm not a fan of breathing but it's something I have to do to keep my soul grounded on Gaia.

I reached the cube past lunchtime and stare into the black screen and the blue tiny lights as my corporate laptop starts up. I opened my drawers to reach for my papers then I noticed the stack of photographs-cum-postcards neatly stacked in the corner.

The unsent words.

I sink back into my seat.

And I contemplate some more...

Your eulogy...

It's gonna be an awesome weekend...

Empty...

I need some distraction,
Oh beautiful release,
Memory seeps from my veins,
Let me be empty,
And weightless and maybe,


I'll find some peace tonight...

Vessel

I've always been known to cross lines...


You let me put it in your mouth,
You let me get under your skin,
You let me put it in your veins,
You let me take you from within..


They tell us what we can and cannot do
Same thing we've heard 100 times before
Well, I put you inside of me
But none of that matters anymore


I am you and you are me
We will never be alone
I have finally found my place in everything
I have finally found my home


We can leave all the past behind
I can see right through the whole façade
I'm becoming something else

I am turning into...

Hello Monday!

Temper Trap's Sweet Disposition on repeat...