My taste for music has always been diverse and distinctive. I do not mind the occasional reggae to the thick baritone voice of Kenny Chesney. I listen to music as it makes me pumping on my feet with a sense of letting off my dick down. But occasionally I would die for a good sad single preferably by Elton John for I like to be grounded to the reality.Of lately I am listening to Grouplove with their latest hit single titled Tongue Tied which really makes me groovy and selfish. So can music make one real? Well I do not know about that for I take music to a whole new cosmic level. I like the plasticity of music for it is made with electronic elements married with vocals of symphonic tune. The auto tune is also not bad as it is rad and in fashion. But I never follow fashion. Hell I still wear flip flops to the corporate world and still be cool with it. So can you really understand head or tail of what I am saying? Well this particular blog is supposed to be like one. The more mysterious I become the more pride I have in myself. Life does not come with a predefined manual and I have learnt the hard way. Till now I haven't told anyone in this world of my trials and tribulations, but seriously do anyone really care! The answer is no. I am happy being goofy and articulate sometimes, it is one of the many personalities I have. I like to be fake! People always wonder that you should emulate someone and try to be inspired. But I am a captain of my ship where I create the path and I change the wheel. There is no one to understand me and I am frankly content with that. I feel that I am not bad or an asshole but plain weird. Weird has taken to a whole new meaning thanks to the likes of pop culture and that is where music chips in. The fact that music was always there in the background in creating ground-setting styles and trends. I wanted to be like someone but today I feel like I am on the right track of discovering myself. Some say I have an attitude and many of my acquaintances say I am egoistic.
The truth is I am just an illusion complied with modern day anxieties dripping with aggressive amounts of egoism, kindness, understanding and shapelessness. I do not believe in labels as they make a person too limited. Why not be free to fuck with some vagina rather than thinking of the possibilities of the result. Pain and pleasure always go hand in hand and they act quite demure when you begin to wonder why can't I have one. Well pain is inflictive and athletic but we live in a world of alter reality. Difficult to understand, well it means one is trying to contemplate. There is no abstract feeling as reality as everything is fake. The more one tries to be original, the more antagonistic one tries to sprint away from it.
It is just a way of speaking of leaps and bounds to how far we will go to be who we really are. We are a jumble of insecurities simply because we are in the constant need to be a stand out and popular. The process speaks leaps and bounds to what we want to enact and display. Life has always been filled with wishes, disasters and more wishes. We never try to balance ourselves. I for example can always call a spade a spade but there are complications. I feel honored when people take the pains to understand me or my thoughts. It makes me feel grounded but the fact is that I like to be lustrous as life when loses its heavenly orgasmic charm proves futile and boring. There is no concept of re-ignition as the flames when doused never brings the spark.
Who am I? Am I a son, confidant, friend, companion, employer, go getter or just fake? I am just human. I am fake. World always calls a obese person as fat, thin as skinny, quiet person as weird and a babbling person as outlandish. Bitch! If you do not have any better way than criticising others than you need to seriously get a life. Words create such a lasting impact. Relationships are interwined and broken in a mere jiffy all due to it. It has power, as it is sans shape. It is without a figure and it directly reaches the heart. The soul remembers it for it is sensitive to the talons of words. They are mighty and they hit like sphincters. There is no sense of five elements in it as it is not individual. Words are like Satan. They work their magic without any viscous plasticity. The more you try to be unaware the more ignorant you become. Ignorance is best served when one does not understand life. It is simple yet it is difficult. So are we just plain assholes or revered priests who have nothing but have greed and barbaric means of advice in store!
The truth is I am just an illusion complied with modern day anxieties dripping with aggressive amounts of egoism, kindness, understanding and shapelessness. I do not believe in labels as they make a person too limited. Why not be free to fuck with some vagina rather than thinking of the possibilities of the result. Pain and pleasure always go hand in hand and they act quite demure when you begin to wonder why can't I have one. Well pain is inflictive and athletic but we live in a world of alter reality. Difficult to understand, well it means one is trying to contemplate. There is no abstract feeling as reality as everything is fake. The more one tries to be original, the more antagonistic one tries to sprint away from it.
It is just a way of speaking of leaps and bounds to how far we will go to be who we really are. We are a jumble of insecurities simply because we are in the constant need to be a stand out and popular. The process speaks leaps and bounds to what we want to enact and display. Life has always been filled with wishes, disasters and more wishes. We never try to balance ourselves. I for example can always call a spade a spade but there are complications. I feel honored when people take the pains to understand me or my thoughts. It makes me feel grounded but the fact is that I like to be lustrous as life when loses its heavenly orgasmic charm proves futile and boring. There is no concept of re-ignition as the flames when doused never brings the spark.
Who am I? Am I a son, confidant, friend, companion, employer, go getter or just fake? I am just human. I am fake. World always calls a obese person as fat, thin as skinny, quiet person as weird and a babbling person as outlandish. Bitch! If you do not have any better way than criticising others than you need to seriously get a life. Words create such a lasting impact. Relationships are interwined and broken in a mere jiffy all due to it. It has power, as it is sans shape. It is without a figure and it directly reaches the heart. The soul remembers it for it is sensitive to the talons of words. They are mighty and they hit like sphincters. There is no sense of five elements in it as it is not individual. Words are like Satan. They work their magic without any viscous plasticity. The more you try to be unaware the more ignorant you become. Ignorance is best served when one does not understand life. It is simple yet it is difficult. So are we just plain assholes or revered priests who have nothing but have greed and barbaric means of advice in store!
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