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Life in social media 2
Life in social media 2
Life in social media 2

Life in social media
Life in social media
Life in social media

God! Do you have to be virtuous and so pious? Why make me feel ashamed with the concept of sin? What good is life if life on earth is a misery? I become repentant, yet you are not kind to me. Why mock at me with goodness? Why can’t you tolerate my inequities? Why can’t you grace my fortunes? I am not the nails that have crucified you. I am not the hands that have been washed in public proclaiming that you are innocent. I did not betray you with thirty pieces of silver. I have not liked the wife you adorned me with. When you say that: I am the way: truth and the life: it makes no sense. I have searched my within and found an abyss of angst. David committed adultery and yet you forgave him. Since 2013, I have been living with a b* of a wife in a rut. Lord why don’t you feel pity for me? Is there room in your heart for the fruit tender kindness? Have you forsaken me forever to live in my misery? God, I am heartbroken, weary and tired with the ways of men and with you. Solace is an existential worm.

God is kind to me is a hyperbolic idiom to signify that all things are going well. For example: God has been kind to me in my life.

Life in social media X
Life in social media X
Life in social media X

Life in social media
Life in social media
Life in social media

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.

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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.

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….

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.

They came to my house with two books. I thought they were giving it for free. Then they said the books cost 200 Rupees. They asked please help them to have lunch. To my irony I didn’t have a single paisa in my pocket. I told them that, they went away angrily without believing me. I thought of celebrity evangelists and I thought of them. All beg in the name of Christianity. When I was having a good job, I was liberal with my money and I used to dish out hefty sums for Christian work. Now I am penny less. ‘Christ’ you are an irony for my purse. I have stopped worshiping Christ and now I follow the path of Mammon. Christ himself has said you are free to worship me or Mammon. I think ironically of Christ’s saying ‘what gain is there if you gain the whole world and yet lose your soul’. Rabbi: I haven’t gained the world. I think it is better to sell my soul to Lucifer. Yes, I long for riches, money, women and fame.