There are two things a man needs: tragedies and shame.
It is only then that they will rise like an eagle; it is only then that they will go forth in what they believe in.
In love & death, they will rise. And they will soar. Like never ever fucking before.
Thursday 29 December 2011
Wednesday 28 December 2011
Faith
Articulating stimulation, reversing melancholy, racing hearts and nervous toes: the time has come for the man to speak.
A beautifully crafted speech after hours and hours of hard work and tired thoughts, the man took his place behind the rostrum.
Scanning the entire parade of little men and women, the man took a deep breath.
Heavyset and with an actionable movement of the tummy, the man scanned through the parade of little men and women. They hushed in unison, naturally presenting attention to whom it may concern.
It fell to a black wave of silence.
The man looked down at his hours of hard work.
Articulating stimulation, reversing melancholy, racing hearts and nervous toes: the time has come for the man to speak.
Disregarding all the effort he had put into the transcript, he offered to the waiting crowd a grim statement of not more than 6 words.
Thereafter, the man retreated in style to roaring applause and encouraging cheers. What an epicentre of strength and class.
"I am the Faith you seek."
A beautifully crafted speech after hours and hours of hard work and tired thoughts, the man took his place behind the rostrum.
Scanning the entire parade of little men and women, the man took a deep breath.
Heavyset and with an actionable movement of the tummy, the man scanned through the parade of little men and women. They hushed in unison, naturally presenting attention to whom it may concern.
It fell to a black wave of silence.
The man looked down at his hours of hard work.
Articulating stimulation, reversing melancholy, racing hearts and nervous toes: the time has come for the man to speak.
Disregarding all the effort he had put into the transcript, he offered to the waiting crowd a grim statement of not more than 6 words.
Thereafter, the man retreated in style to roaring applause and encouraging cheers. What an epicentre of strength and class.
"I am the Faith you seek."
Friday 23 December 2011
Have I told you?
Have I told you about how I set myself on this train of fire, train of thoughts, dealing with never ending speculations of corrective protection, new world order and an less-than-likely achievable weekly dosage of inner nirvana, wrapped like a gift box, chorus in unison a silent melody, and most importantly, captivated by a cacoon of emphasized blood-shed prose and thoughts?
Have i told you?
Have i told you?
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