what a beautiful life

The population around me fails to inspire me and so does the environment. Things are too comfortable for me to try and rack my grey muscle harder. I've been cracking ideas that have really impressed people at work lately. But the problem is, that those ideas dont impress ME. And I dont think an ad is good enough, if the creator himself thinks its mediocre!

The self remains unimpressed. I need action man, maybe a break.
I have a week long trip planned to Kasmir next month. I'm sure i'll have lots to write about once im back from there. I hope. I mean im so uninspired right now, that writing ads for a living aside, I dont even have anything worthwhile to even write about in my blog!
BAH.

What makes it worse is that im nearly broke - and its only the 2nd week into the month. I've got only 40 bucks on me right now and 300 in my salary account. I even tried freelancing this month to cover up for my broke-en- ness. And got a good assignment! I wrote some 5 television commercials for this private university. The client bought them all in the first go - but then, the buggers wont pay in time. They owe me around 10 K.

And i have a nasty cold. And have grown a mush. Imagine! i dont even feel like shaving.
Bhanchod.

Fuck i almost feel like a chick on PMS for ranting so much.
Bugger.

pseudogamy

Psychobabble trash-talk
& paranormal promises.
Ground nuts that smell like sunflowers
on a daisygloom morning.

Whiffs of camphor
cats, dogs & toads.
Black label bottles-
creativity in my stylus.

Orgasm shreds on a
90D micro cube
that wails like a baby
of doom.

Licks of thunder, tears from heaven.
Prayers of cleansing
darkness of its void.
Unicycling, high wire walking.
the stereotype indian rope trick
It's a circus!

Londonner rasputins

carnivalesque vermillion spreads.

societies of pornography,
photographs of grass.
tears streaming puss
render vision void
and thought loose.