the-writing-on-the-wall

Beggars and wolves

Tue, 20 Jul 2010 10:46:33 +0100

The Dull weekender...

Mon, 28 Jun 2010 10:38:00 +0100

This might, or may sound, intrisicicately funny to you, but it happened to me yesterday. Not that I'm not used to 'it' hapening to me, and not that I was not ready for 'it' to happen. I am always ready for an adventure, but not these kinds of adventures. But then again, this is me, and things such as these happen to me all the time. The odd thought from nowhere.

So here I was, yesterday, around 12 noon, in my bed, thinking about something wild and crazy. It was the dreams that had intitially set the thoughts off. But man cannot control waht he dreams about, so I decided not to blame the REMs. The idea was simple, and I must say, quite noble, in its own right. The idea of was that of having an orgy with a couple of my friends (notably who are mostly girls). So I got up from those wrinkled sheets and scratched my 'you-know-wahat' and then headed for the toilet and proceeded to do my business. But that tiny little morbid thought stuck on my head as I stood there. I was dumdstruck my it. why such a terribly sinfull thought on a Sunday, the holy day? I just could not fathom any answer.

that writing on the blank wall....

Tue, 22 Jun 2010 10:50:05 +0100

I was asked yesterday what keeps inspiring me to write. The answer is profoundly simple. Things happen around me. People do things around me. I hear music, I watch films, I read books, I feel sad, angry, happy - all these emotions fuel the creativity in me. And these, the raw inpirations that I get; everytime, each demure second, all make me wat I am. and so as the day ends, or nimble begins, I sieve from each of these inspirations, and then begin to write.

In essence, I write what I like, and how I like it. That is the first rule of the artist. To be be free - like the birds.

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