Tears Lost In Falling Rain
A look at life from inside a glass prison
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Friday, October 08, 2010
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Human BINtelligence
Most humans I can do without. They are nothing but a disgrace to humanity as a whole and I’m not talking about politicians and world leaders. I am talking about the average human…and here’s a list of who and why:
The local colleague: because he / she blabbers in a regional tongue and consumes his / her food and beverage with a cacophony that closely resembles a malfunctioning flush tank;
The chauffeur driven woman: because her car holds up traffic for miles together while she fidgets with her bra strap and her driver’s too busy noticing that in his rear view mirror. Result: a barrage of abuses from other road users but just a snobbish smile from the back seat bitch;
The policeman: because his efficient handling of traffic ensures my bladder is at bursting point anywhere and everywhere;
The sob story person: those loser people who keep on and on about their sob stories should be collected and stored in a museum for the brain dead;
The plumber: because even though I set out a carpet of newspaper for him to walk on, he still insists on placing his garbage wrapped feet on my clean floor;
The electrician: because he wires plug points to multiple switches, wonder where his brains are wired;
The parking attendant: because with a parking space as wide as PA’s valley, he still insists I park my car in a space as far away from there as possible;
The relatives: because they keep saying that I’ve grown up…yes of course, do you want to see something that’s grown bigger as well?
In general, the average human being that I am privileged to come into contact with is a fool and a disgrace altogether. How I wish I could cook their brains and boil a broth for the world’s hungry. The average human being makes it necessary to irritate me as much as they can, to bring me to my knees. To beg before their ignorance that ignorance is indeed, bliss. How very fucked up. Take for e.g., the other day a pair of loving drivers on the highway crawling beside each other, one at 15Kmph and the other at 16Kmph and not an inch of space would they give. How I wish I could have tied one by his genitals while the other stroked it with a hot iron.
The average humans intelligence can be found everywhere….just like a dustbin…somebody please sponsor me to rid this planet of this scourge – brain dead slipper eating transgender pigs.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
A Sinner's Epilogue
Forgive me father, for I have sinned. And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.
Today, as I stand at the gallows pole, I answer the questions that life has posed me. When I go, I go in the knowledge that at the threshold of my end, I have answered life and it's doubters.
Why did I commit murder you ask...but you do not question the death of innocent thousands that die at the hands of governments, that I suppose is a necessary evil. I kill because I am left with no option, I have no choice, and killing is my business and I kill in the name of honour. I am a mercenary, for the poor against the rich. I have only taken the lives of those who kill for false glory, and I stand by my judgement that to free this world of such vermin is my legacy. I gladly go to the gallows knowing fully well that the pain that a thousand felt at the hands of these few murderers are at least slightly avenged. I am a mercenary for the unarmed and the innocent, yet you condemn me to my death, then pray, tell me where is justice for all?
Tell me, should I forgive those who trespass against us? War and famine in Sierra Leone - tell me who sponsors this blood feud? Why do we watch the media glorifying soldiers in the Middle East? Are they not fighting a war that is not theirs? And in the end, when they return home, killed by a soldier who only defended himself, they are given a hero's salute...why? What about the orphaned child who picked up a broken rifle and used it to survive in Iraq?
Today I will be on national television, I will be a national disgrace and I will be condemned to hell by my own flesh and blood. I will die as I lived, by the sword, but will you care about me after I am gone? Do you know the truth of my life? Do you remember the thousands who die in Asia fighting governments? Do you know what it is to have shrapnel lodged in your skull, but you cannot die because no one is alive to pump in the last bullet? Tell me then, that why you've accepted that I'm a sinner while you let the blood-seeking so called warriors of peace carry on their massacres of millions?
When I go, I go in peace for I know I have written a book of the dead for the innocent, and their faces are all that give me salvation, for it is for the weak that I stand against the strong, for the myriad children decapitated in the name of national security, for those who stand at our borders and give their lives so that we may live another day.
So as I go now, question your government, people should never be afraid of their governments, governments should be afraid of their people.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
The Politics of Ecstasy
Why is that after a night of awesome sex the question is raised as to “what next?” Or, why even a question? Or why even a thought of a question? I did not sign a contract that says “have sex and answer me”…almost like have ten beers and don’t piss!...
But I believe that’s its some kind of phenomenon that even the most learned psychologists haven’t figured out yet…nor will they, coz when they end up having sex, they’ll probably ask “what’s on your mind”… A way better question than “what’s next?” .
I remember one particular affair, where the sex was cool, but at the same time it kind of fizzled out everytime a question would arise…”where are we”, “where do we go from here”, “what’s to come”….questions that actually get you to imagine ‘doing it” with someone else rather than the one you’re doing it with!...But I think its some “cool” talk, you know, like “whats up dawg?”…you’ve heard that before I’m sure!
Funnily enough, there are some cool answers that come to my head (you know which head I mean right?)…some of the answer’s I’ve blurted out are:
Q: where are we?
A: well if you’d had the brains to steal your dad’s credit card, we could be at the Playboy Mansion, couldn’t we?
Q: where do we go from here?
A: well, what about, you go to the freezer, and I’ll go to the nearest bar and find a chick who can’t speak English?
Q: what’s to come?
A: perhaps a marriage on Venus, if you can afford it, that is…and find a way to get there?...oh, you’ve got your head in your arse…sorry, might take some getting out of there…
Q: will you do this again with me if you love me?
A: sure, bring your friends along, the more the merrier right?
Why, oh why, do people need to complicate the simplest of things in life…start up, insert, download and shut down…the world runs on Google, Yahoo and the like…so where is reality? And oh, I almost forgot, some people haven’t ever seen an ice lolly being eaten have they?
Sex was never meant to be complicated, in ages past, it was a pastime, now it’s a talking point, a talking point that’d drive most men up the wall, we’re here to respect you and to be there for you, but not as a question and answer session. Didn’t you know that there’s an unofficial track and field event that is run by men who run away from “psycho-ill-logists?”…yeah, it’s a real Olympic event…no wonder the Greeks invented the “pole vault”…
Fine, I admit, I’m an opportunist, I found a weak spot, I hit it, and for unlawful carnal knowledge’s sake, I said I liked it. But it’s the case of what lies beneath that makes me wish that my manhood was a magnet attracted to brains rather than beauty…well that’s the weakness of man and he accepts it, at least he doesn’t ask “where do I stick it?”…

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