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Paraphilia
I learnt this term from a
reader- comment on my writing. I had to look up at the dictionary. The dictionary states that Paraphilia is an abnormal s*xual condition of intense s*xual excitement which is of a pathological nature. Do I suffer from Paraphilia, I ask myself.
reader- comment on my writing. I had to look up at the dictionary. The dictionary states that Paraphilia is an abnormal s*xual condition of intense s*xual excitement which is of a pathological nature. Do I suffer from Paraphilia, I ask myself.
The Moon
The crystal ball was out early, hanging as an immaculate witch in the sky…I gazed at her like a poetic ornament…I was tantalized by her reflection on the mango tree…I felt my phallus being sodomized by a witch…I became a poet and started writing poetry…There she lies gazing at me with poetic splendor…She made me a wizard of imagination…I said a hi to her by pinching my nipples…There, her reflection is falling on the window sill of my house…I am listening to Bach and eating electric sandwiches…My soul is over amorized…Witch from a coven, yield your poetic soul to me…Yes, I have fallen in love with you….
Soul searching..
Day 11th:
f*ck! What I am trying to prove is that through my intentions I am creating angels, messiahs and prophets. Isn't that better than living an empty life? Isn't that better than settling for what you have? Why do you think you were so drawn to that boring life? You aren't human if you do that.....either am I. Yeah, I never EVER second guess my heart. Everyday is better than the next. I have no addictions and there is nothing I can't do. I want nothing but I try to achieve the impossible. Yeah, I want nothing at all. That's amazing.
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Saturday:
This astonishing four-year scandinavian pilgrimage has been littered with sleeping pills, lots of fun, dehydration, mental breakdown and three-month MacDonald's binges. Now, somewhere over the rainbow, the world belongs to me. For the second time, the full tale of my journey from trauma to personal triumph starts all over again. WHAT THE f*ck.
I can't just stand still like the rest of the people, looking at all the lights, and thinking to themselves that out of those millions of lights, not one of them knows them and we're just f*cking rotting away doing nothing.
The resulting stories of these travels have become the stuff of my folklore. Stuff that happened, you know? Me spinning a hire car in circles on the lawn until the wheels came off. My friends having six-hour haircut marathons. Me disappearing for five days. My mate chucking a chair through a plate-glass window in glee when we all left for breakfast at five in the morning, immediately after I opened up the car door, the whole experience, was really insane in ways that only good friends, bad booze and mixed emotions can make.
I'd come to a point where it wasn't one hundred percent, and I think without going through a bit of trauma, I wouldn't have what I've got now...which is special.
...there's no way you can stop dead. That's an impossibility, actually. So the reason things happened the way they did was because they had to happen that way. I had to go to those places, and I had to go and be myself because I don't know how to do anything else.
Armed with my share of craziness, I treated myself, initiating "the most ridiculously indulgent, decadent three months", which amounted to a takeaway delivery of MacCombos every day until the money ran out.
UPDATE:!
The other day, I was walking past this cheap furniture store, and I was questioning why, why is the furniture so shit? You can design something of beauty with cheap materials. It's almost like people giving in - it's like, 'Oh, they don't have any money - f*ck 'em! Just give 'em that shit-designed thing there. That'll do for 'em, 'cause they can't buy anything else.'
And that whole philosophy has crept into everything we do now.
But you know, people always say about me that I take the difficult route around everything.
Eh, maybe that's because I'm still looking, I'm still searching, I'm not putting a full stop on the end of it. There is no full stop. There is no end. That's the beauty of it :)
But all this has been achieved at some cost, I have endured enormous tension; I have smashed up hotels, shattered relationships and tried fearsome experiments with northern places.
f*ck! What I am trying to prove is that through my intentions I am creating angels, messiahs and prophets. Isn't that better than living an empty life? Isn't that better than settling for what you have? Why do you think you were so drawn to that boring life? You aren't human if you do that.....either am I. Yeah, I never EVER second guess my heart. Everyday is better than the next. I have no addictions and there is nothing I can't do. I want nothing but I try to achieve the impossible. Yeah, I want nothing at all. That's amazing.
***********************
Saturday:
This astonishing four-year scandinavian pilgrimage has been littered with sleeping pills, lots of fun, dehydration, mental breakdown and three-month MacDonald's binges. Now, somewhere over the rainbow, the world belongs to me. For the second time, the full tale of my journey from trauma to personal triumph starts all over again. WHAT THE f*ck.
I can't just stand still like the rest of the people, looking at all the lights, and thinking to themselves that out of those millions of lights, not one of them knows them and we're just f*cking rotting away doing nothing.
The resulting stories of these travels have become the stuff of my folklore. Stuff that happened, you know? Me spinning a hire car in circles on the lawn until the wheels came off. My friends having six-hour haircut marathons. Me disappearing for five days. My mate chucking a chair through a plate-glass window in glee when we all left for breakfast at five in the morning, immediately after I opened up the car door, the whole experience, was really insane in ways that only good friends, bad booze and mixed emotions can make.
I'd come to a point where it wasn't one hundred percent, and I think without going through a bit of trauma, I wouldn't have what I've got now...which is special.
...there's no way you can stop dead. That's an impossibility, actually. So the reason things happened the way they did was because they had to happen that way. I had to go to those places, and I had to go and be myself because I don't know how to do anything else.
Armed with my share of craziness, I treated myself, initiating "the most ridiculously indulgent, decadent three months", which amounted to a takeaway delivery of MacCombos every day until the money ran out.
UPDATE:!
The other day, I was walking past this cheap furniture store, and I was questioning why, why is the furniture so shit? You can design something of beauty with cheap materials. It's almost like people giving in - it's like, 'Oh, they don't have any money - f*ck 'em! Just give 'em that shit-designed thing there. That'll do for 'em, 'cause they can't buy anything else.'
And that whole philosophy has crept into everything we do now.
But you know, people always say about me that I take the difficult route around everything.
Eh, maybe that's because I'm still looking, I'm still searching, I'm not putting a full stop on the end of it. There is no full stop. There is no end. That's the beauty of it :)
But all this has been achieved at some cost, I have endured enormous tension; I have smashed up hotels, shattered relationships and tried fearsome experiments with northern places.
Life in social media
Life in social media
Life in social media
Life in social media
Life in social media
Life in social media
Let’s Face The Facts
Look at this amazing picture. How many faces can you see? I can find none! 
Although I like to sketch with a pen or a pencil, I wish I had the gift to produce sketches of this kind. I think too’ flat’.
A tip. Forget that there is a tree. Look for faces!
I have been in possession of this pic for many years and only recently I discovered another face that I had missed all along.
Do you think you got them all?
Although I like to sketch with a pen or a pencil, I wish I had the gift to produce sketches of this kind. I think too’ flat’.A tip. Forget that there is a tree. Look for faces!
I have been in possession of this pic for many years and only recently I discovered another face that I had missed all along.
Do you think you got them all?
My Kingdom For A Horse!
Here is another of those amazing pictures. How many horses do you count? This time I really don’t know how many. I get a different number every time! Some people cannot even see any at first.
Another tip (maybe)
Look at the legs and follow it up.
There is at least one foal.
More luck this time? I’m still stumped. As I said, a different number every time!
Another tip (maybe)
Look at the legs and follow it up.
There is at least one foal.
More luck this time? I’m still stumped. As I said, a different number every time!
Without Walls
This is who I am! This is the road I have paved, the strength I found & the mistakes I've made along the way. This is who I am! This is the road I have paved and now I've had enough of your judgement. You pass it so easily. If you think that I take it to heart now you see, this is my design. You don't know the cost. So I'll keep my faith & you can stay lost. Who is with me!? We have the strength to shed light. And this is the moment suspended in time. No limits, no boundaries at all. Just when you think we conform to a scene we break down the wall!
Coincidence?
Do you believe in coincidence ?
Yesterday, I posted a blog that might have sound offensive for some.
Today, I got a malicious software attack while opening a page of CS…An attempt to activate a Trojan things on my comp….Thanks to an updated useful protection, the attack failed and end up where it belong, in the trash.
Make me feel a bit
though
Anyway, nice Sunday to all the genuines ones
Yesterday, I posted a blog that might have sound offensive for some.
Today, I got a malicious software attack while opening a page of CS…An attempt to activate a Trojan things on my comp….Thanks to an updated useful protection, the attack failed and end up where it belong, in the trash.
Make me feel a bit
thoughAnyway, nice Sunday to all the genuines ones
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