I Can’t Sleep! Too Many Voices Trying To Talk To Me

He felt himself whimper and shudder with pleasure as the warm mounds of solid chocolate turned into semi-liquid, near the base of his tongue, squishing around his mouth as if he sought an overdose; no doubt expressed by the sight of himself on his smartphone self, with froths of milk chocolate all over his mouth. … Continue reading I Can’t Sleep! Too Many Voices Trying To Talk To Me

The Fucking Pointlessness of it All

As far as he could say, there was no fucking point in doing anything at all. Hoping for self-righteous fucks to chide him with claims of the 'divinity', 'sacredness' and 'purity' of life, he thought his life so far had definitely been worth living for, seeing as he had been lucky in experiencing pleasure that … Continue reading The Fucking Pointlessness of it All

I’ll Love You Long After You’re Gone

Note: this post is not a sad love letter, although the title sounds like one. Its a lyrical line from Philips Philips' popular song, 'Gone Gone Gone'. Every single time I listen to it, it reminds me of Starr, whom I adore. Unfortunately, we cannot be together due to factors beyond our control. All I … Continue reading I’ll Love You Long After You’re Gone

Among All, Cannabis Stands Tall

The man closed his eyes, wishing never to open them again. He felt as if small knives, with their small pointy ends, were having a go at him, somewhere near his chest region. He refused to cry, and the tears obliged accordingly, retreating back inside as if chided for making an uncalled-for appearance. He was … Continue reading Among All, Cannabis Stands Tall

The Strings Of Shock

Hotel California's guitar solo made its presence felt in the room. He was lying down on the stone-cold floor, half-naked, trying to sway around in an action, in accordance with the two guitars. Failing horribly, he lifted himself up and plonked down on his sofa, like an exhausted coal miner after his first ever shift. … Continue reading The Strings Of Shock

The Gory Life Of Mr. Sins – Part 1

An imminent lightning strike, the roar of thunder and plumes of cannabis smoke, amidst a power cut and candlelight, characterized and summed up Mr. Sins' day. A life of abject struggle awaited him, no doubt helped in part due to a series of bad decisions that had culminated in financial fraud, two lawsuits, a murder … Continue reading The Gory Life Of Mr. Sins – Part 1

The Tango of Thinking and Actually Doing Them

The substance was making him talkative. But he knew that not all talk was productive. In the sense, since speech was the output of a function of all the existing information and experience that the human mind had sought to understand or come into contact with, it is prudent to know that not all the … Continue reading The Tango of Thinking and Actually Doing Them

Complex Systems and Complex People

The sense of calm enveloped him like a crooning lover. It felt like..being balanced, homeostasis. He had finally reached equilibrium, the mode of being where focus, attention and being in a state of flow was all that mattered. Bedeviled by distractions on all sides, he felt as if his sense of attention had become blunt, … Continue reading Complex Systems and Complex People

The Heart is Racing, It Keeps on Repeating

Three hearty swigs of freshly brewed beer later, Mr. Well reckoned that another couple of hearty swigs of beer were in order. He didn't drink often, preferring to let his body recover for days and weeks at a time before the next swig of beers. Mr. Well liked mind-altering substances and his preferred choices were … Continue reading The Heart is Racing, It Keeps on Repeating