Tuesday, June 3, 2008

What the next day holds
eerie hopes or wordy toads
Just the Effigy
or the Esoteric Drone

Monday, June 2, 2008

Pessimism - looking forward...

If u see light in the tunnel
Its light of the incoming train ...

the glass for me is always half empty...some dumbster(some noted optimists) judge that my life is at mercy of time... and i will die early...

wtf..if i live to see two or three generations like a man who sits some time in the conjurer’s booth at a fair, and witnesses the performance twice or thrice in succession.... The tricks were meant to be seen only once; and when they are no longer a novelty and cease to deceive, their effect is gone.

but i know life do sucks and u will die for sure.. \m/

if u think m being nuts and out of my mind.. and i am ROFLing on u .. without being vexed and crippled to think ... u r welcomed in my hell ...

why m i being so eerie and eclectic..?

question is why shouldnt i be... ?

By not swallowing the grossly simplified advice of “be positive” and inhaling the fumes of so assumed doomed pessimism .. i stand apart ...

world war 1 was followed by another ... could optimism stop that ... time just watch u get scared and get optimistic ... evrything is universal .. and nothing is good \m/

nothing in this world is "BAD luck" .. its u and wats hampering u is ur optimism...i have stopped worrying about it ... even if i had been a moron(read optimistic) like u ... i could even not help it..

this is the worse world we live in ... and u should agree lest u r in the shackles of optimism .. u need my double edged sword \m/

I know of no greater absurdity than that propounded by most systems of philosophy in declaring evil to be negative in its character..... Evil is just what is positive; it makes its own existence felt..It is only in the microscope ....that our life looks so big. It is an indivisible point,,,, drawn out and magnified by the powerful lenses of Time and Space.

Wisdom which is only theoretical ....and never put into practice, is like a double rose; its color and perfume are delightful, but it withers away and leaves no seed.

No rose without a thorn. Yes, but many a thorn without a rose.

<< few words from a song>>
I close both locks below the window
I close both blinds and turn away
Sometimes solutions aren’t so simple
Sometimes good bye’s the only away

waiting for the hell :)