exodus

we exist to bear witness.
we had to be.
the infinite needs us to perceive it.
without the perceiver ,
the perceived does not exist.
that gives us leverage.
Don't look until you get what you want.

surprise me!

Things have ceased to surprise me anymore. I don’t know why. More so because i’m supposed be. My inability to appreciate the ephemeral wave of nascent events hinders the possibility of the tiny orgasm one gets when pleasantly surprised. It bothers me. Have I been-there-done-that? Not enough to make me lose my surprise boner.

And i am not talking about the unpleasant ones simply because they just keep on coming. You could be a 100 years old and seen the world, but you can never really say which screw up is going to happen this time. May be that’s why managers hate surprises...can you blame them?.

But why does everything seem mundane? Even when i’m doing it for the first time. Playing a new game...talking to some new chick...going to cool places...everything has lost its lusture. Maybe i’m doing all the above at the wrong time, or may be i’m just at the wrong place.

I’m not high right now...so i guess i’ve got problems.

Peace bros

One love.

The Funnel of Fate

In life three things are certain ...death, taxes and the fact that most of your plans will crash and burn. What survives is mostly the plan-B that you thought were the last resort.You inevitably pass through that funnel of fate where all you are left in the end with, is what you could have got anyway.That funnel/tunnel is like a home to me now.

You start with the whole plan of plans. You cant help it...you gotta make a plan, coz if something goes wrong...you'll need the plan. But then you realise you wanted to be spontaneous...and before you know it...you'll be planning your spontaneity.So you start all over again,creating a vicious circle of plans.I hate plans!

But i do realise that my plans have never worked,especially in love.Everything you plan is ultimately a spontaneous co-incidence.My habit of imagining all the possible ways of glory somehow gets into my way of getting it.Maybe the forces of nature are telepathic, or maybe i think too much...either way i'm not getting the grape.

So where's the juice?. I guess is in the beaker that reads: "fuck the plan! Be spon-fuckin-taneous!"

hoo-aah!!!