nobody waiting for me I light a cigarette whenever I want to drink a beer whenever I want to go wherever I want to whenever I want to I have been with me for too long I have been with me since the beginning outside some shit going on always some shit going on outside [...]
Tag: literature
Such a place does exist.
9 in the morning. Now, 12 noon. Took me two hours to write down a sentence. Windy outside. It hardly rains here. It rains for maybe 15 days in a whole year. Yeah, just 15 days of rain. Four years ago, it never user to rain here. Many died due to lack of livelihood or [...]
40 Minutes to 20 Minutes.
40 minutes. That's all I have got today. 40 minutes of trash writing. What follows those 40 minutes, I have no idea. I think I will fall dead under a mountain. At least that's the image I have in my head right now. Me drunk and dead under a mountain. Please do not read further. [...]
Vincent Van Gogh, Letters, Coffee.
Started reading letters of Vincent Van Gogh yesterday. Vincent has always fascinated me. His name is synonymous to madness. Checked several books on him and finally found the edition by Penguin classics. It looked good enough to start and so I started reading. Continuing to read as I write this. Reading his second letter known [...]
Horror talk.
Dogs barking on dark streets. Men barking from inside their homes, from their porches, women barking day and night. It's strange, darkness makes men and women and dogs scream, as if the absence of light acknowledges the presence of horror of some kind. But what could that horror be. What could that be. It could [...]
Blood matter.
Nothing happened today. Not even a single damn thing. Nothing at all except chasing pointless targets. The targets set by the capitalists. The targets robbing us of of our lives and our time. The targets not letting us sleep. I do not even remember if I masturbated today. Pathetic. Sometimes, life can really kill you. [...]
Jazz, Paradox, Night.
Rubbing my eyes off cigarette smoke. Rubbing my chest. Thinking about an orange sky. Listening to Layla. Layla. Layla. That goddamn guitar riff opening my eyes for the first time this evening. It's nothing of an evening. Nothing much but it's there. Words do not matter and yet I write words all the time. This [...]
These goddamn people.
Every day this attempt to put down as much words as possible.It's a strange evening. The music is here but I am somewhere else, stuck in the dump of trivialities once again. Drinking beer and lighting cigarettes hoping they would save me again. I don't think they will. I really don't. This time it's different. [...]
From the graveyard.
Four rounds of cigarettes and black coffee. Sometimes, five rounds of cigarettes and black coffee. Sometimes, everything goes berserk and I lose track of count and my room starts smelling like fire broke out. Saw a clear orange sunset after a lifetime. Saw it until the sky turned grey and finally disappeared. Then walked back [...]
Thinking about…
Thinking about the next song to play. Thinking about getting up and boiling eggs. Thinking about falling asleep again. Thinking about getting my shit together. Thinking about the next song to play. Thinking about walking to the garden for no reason, but it's too hot outside. Thinking about lighting a cigarette. Thinking about drinking rum. [...]
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