The Scorched Soul Erotica...

"What matters our creative, endless toil, when at a snatch, oblivion ends the coil"  - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust Yesterday while on the road, I saw a bitch cross the road. I was doing 90 on a village highway with no regard to the suspension or the  squeaking  door hinges, just because the vehicle was not mine. So I saw this bitch cross the road. And then a little distance behind her her two little pups followed their mum. I swear I could've braked. I could've slowed down. But it was a bitch. So I didn't.  By the time we passed them, she had crossed over to the other side. One puppy who was on her heels was across too. But the second one, who had been looking around and had been left behind, probably because he was not inclined to be a momma's boy, was not so lucky. I lazily moved the steering to the left and then straight. But as fate would have it, he hit my tire. Let out a small squeal as he gave up the ghost. Our vehicle did not even feel...

I hate cheerful people. They are so out of touch with reality… Go to the zoo and see the animals there. See anyone laughing? No, cause they’re locked up cages you’ll say… Then go out to the forest and see the birds and animals; check out the street dogs even. Ever seen them laughing? No. Obviously, cause it isn’t natural to be happy! Happiness is a senseless emotion that somehow got infused into our bloodstream. By the devil, I tell you! I hate cheerful people. Trying to spread a warm message that life is good and shit like that. Why bother going to such depths to make people happy when they have no intrinsic emotion to be it! Why feed them lies! There’s this friend of mine. Has started this new business where he sends people happy and positive messages. Makes them get up with a smile. See the positive side of life. He’s into the happiness business. What a liar! One time, I remember, he almost died from jaundice. Then said “screw you” to death and came back. Fought...

its a weird thing how life can be so undulating in its effects on you, escalating you to dizzying heights just after it has shown you the crevices and the pits, only to take you up again in another vomit inducing rollercoaster ride. but the highs are always uncertain, and the depths have a comforting feel to them that makes you relaxed and feel safe about them. its not that you cant get any lower that relaxes you, for the lows can take you down into places where you'd begin to suffocate within yourself, and noone wants that to happen to them. but its the freedom from prying eyes and worse, from scrutiny that makes you safe. you cease to have the fear of not meeting expectations and of not being able to deliver, or worse, of being felt jealous of or trampling upon others trust on you. when you're low, they all leave you alone. and you dont have any expectations pulling you, or any of those leeches who feed on others success sucking you dry. you can be yourself without any prete...