Beloved Howard,
The reverse scenario is extremely bad....even worse than the economy....Jay Leno(purrupummmthiishhh)....
Yes the scenario is so bad, that underage and underexperienced drivers are getting to reverse in various directions despite instructions being yelled at them to the contrary..
Why, I ask thee love...is it so difficult to get a genuine listener??
The world has shrunk, it is full of alllergies particulary towards a fathomable experience of a great talent, and ofcourse mosquitoes...
Trouble, as they say is the color of energy, and amber they say is the color of soulful purpose..
OH W.H.A.T.E.V.A......
Cut the crap...and let's dicuss recent events...
So Mr. Presidentoftheentireworld appeared ont he Jay Leno show....he's cute...and quite descriptively a stud.....
Does he hold promise.....?....Thou shalt wait....
Invincibility they say is not acquired....it is inherent...so what does that make me??..inherently invincible??...or trying to acquire it?....but previous discussion since have proved to be contrary to the latter.....so that settles it....I am inherently invincible.....paper planes ar ethe only things that impregnate my walls in these years of our lord....
There's more..
Mr. Undesirable is now insignificant...and despite various calls and fragile attempts..he is still in my blacklist..
The masks are being prepared....as we speak...they are the most inexpensive accessories as compared to the rest of my haute couture life..
Masked subtleties, infinite prisms of inertia, the inccorgible diffidence, the immune nervous breakdowns, and no noodles....a fiend once told me, that today is a gift and hence called the present, and teh rest is all crap...
Im really feelin it now..
Goodnight Love
Urs in solitary confinement
Choleric
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
A whiff of Morning Breath...
Beloved Howard,
As the sun circles around the earth several more times....I am resuming my life...my ailing, dilemmatised, foreseen, simple, mundane, immortal, and yes extraordinary life..
There are very few days when I feel there are none left who can see the absolute existence of anything uncessary and its mere unsaid fruitilicious purpose of necessity...
There are similary very few days AAAYYYEEE actually consider reiterating the unsaid, the lingering, the shadow of the past, and for good reason ofcourse.....
There is much to be done love and there is much to be said....but perhaps a more suitable day needs to be conjured for such weaknesses....
Definitely not the day of today..
Yours Ineffciently
Choleric
PS: Today happens to be one of those days...
As the sun circles around the earth several more times....I am resuming my life...my ailing, dilemmatised, foreseen, simple, mundane, immortal, and yes extraordinary life..
There are very few days when I feel there are none left who can see the absolute existence of anything uncessary and its mere unsaid fruitilicious purpose of necessity...
There are similary very few days AAAYYYEEE actually consider reiterating the unsaid, the lingering, the shadow of the past, and for good reason ofcourse.....
There is much to be done love and there is much to be said....but perhaps a more suitable day needs to be conjured for such weaknesses....
Definitely not the day of today..
Yours Ineffciently
Choleric
PS: Today happens to be one of those days...
Friday, March 13, 2009
A Life Exceptionally Ordinary...
Beloved Howard,
I am truly a man of very few words today love....
Infact...I am only a man of one question....
Why??......or perhaps for the mortal world I stand as a part of today may comprehend..
Why not??......
Yours with no will to live longer than the already spent years...
Choleric
I am truly a man of very few words today love....
Infact...I am only a man of one question....
Why??......or perhaps for the mortal world I stand as a part of today may comprehend..
Why not??......
Yours with no will to live longer than the already spent years...
Choleric
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Wearable and Unwearable Forms of Art
Beloved Howard,
This letter could be coming to you from the afterlife.....beyond the grave perhaps...or from a cyber junkyard place where all those rejects of mails bounce back and get stored until further notice....
The most innovative of these perhaps is the incorrigible requests on facebook...where everyone logs on...including me....just to get a little more attention....."What animal's testicle are you?.....Which chemical drug abuse aftereffect are you?"...and so on...my answers are always the most cliched ones....and i always seem to be the only one with them...Ka-Ching....everybody's tryin to be different......
So guess what...I'm goin to win.....win a validation so big that this time.....even the cross-dressers will wanna look in this direction.....
So far so good...the direction of many of these events in life is highly unpredictable...but I know I'm just gonna be realllllyyyyyyyy big...and any deliberation thereon is extremely undeniable and hence unproductive....
It has forever been my pleasure and sinful indulgence to consider any financial troubles in the world as my own...irrespective if their direct impact on my or (anyone I know)'s life..
So perhaps my last letter left you reeling...and gasping for breath.....but not to worry love....the cosmic connection has been snapped....the mindless inhibition I felt was extremely uncertain....and just so you're not at any unrest in ur conscious afterlife you may rest in peace upon the fact that my tresses have been shed and so has my fledgling attraction for the Undesirable.....infact......there will be no more discussion or any such conversation about the Undesirable hereon...not even the merest mention.....of his name....shal desecrate the piety of these letters again....
Goodnight Love
Yours in inexplicable Joy and at Undiluted rest....
Choleric
This letter could be coming to you from the afterlife.....beyond the grave perhaps...or from a cyber junkyard place where all those rejects of mails bounce back and get stored until further notice....
The most innovative of these perhaps is the incorrigible requests on facebook...where everyone logs on...including me....just to get a little more attention....."What animal's testicle are you?.....Which chemical drug abuse aftereffect are you?"...and so on...my answers are always the most cliched ones....and i always seem to be the only one with them...Ka-Ching....everybody's tryin to be different......
So guess what...I'm goin to win.....win a validation so big that this time.....even the cross-dressers will wanna look in this direction.....
So far so good...the direction of many of these events in life is highly unpredictable...but I know I'm just gonna be realllllyyyyyyyy big...and any deliberation thereon is extremely undeniable and hence unproductive....
It has forever been my pleasure and sinful indulgence to consider any financial troubles in the world as my own...irrespective if their direct impact on my or (anyone I know)'s life..
So perhaps my last letter left you reeling...and gasping for breath.....but not to worry love....the cosmic connection has been snapped....the mindless inhibition I felt was extremely uncertain....and just so you're not at any unrest in ur conscious afterlife you may rest in peace upon the fact that my tresses have been shed and so has my fledgling attraction for the Undesirable.....infact......there will be no more discussion or any such conversation about the Undesirable hereon...not even the merest mention.....of his name....shal desecrate the piety of these letters again....
Goodnight Love
Yours in inexplicable Joy and at Undiluted rest....
Choleric
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Dilemmatised Chronicles of an Ailing Syndrome...
Beloved Howard,
Today I saw your face, splashed across the pages of a book long lost.....Yet it was nearly a thrill to see you again....despite our previous differences...you spoke to me...and i replied and it was all good....
Maybe the words that poured out of my mouth upon ur immediate arrival were not carefully pronounced, and though it seemed to me as though I was mistaken....but I thought I headr myself confess my love to you yet again....Untrue ofcourse...and ignore it if you heard the same ludicruous silence....
The Undesirable is haunting...and BORING.....a kiss on the cheek may have been an aphrodisiac for a moment...but the world stopped spinning after a while....a brush on the thigh may have been unintentional and addictive.....but the heart started skipping beats again.....the breathing resumed its erratic flow yet again....
He is soooo bloody boring....and his nasal conquest of a voice is sometimes extremelyendearing but mostly just another voice on the wall...nothing more nothing less......
Perhaps the Freudians of the world are looking down in contempt....but a mundane understanding of this behaviour on my part is extremely necessary.....coz the immortal explantions are just not sufficient....so assuming in this situation that I am X....and X as usual is the unknown....Lets determine the value of this X (Mr. Reckoning).....and try to evaluate this equation...coz its DRIVIN ME CRAZZZYYY..........
Lets asssume for a second that by some freak of nature I am actually attracted to this creature.....are his actions in the ancient history excusable....despite the comprehensible nature of the said actions....????
I dunno...said the Turtle with a bemused expression across his forehead.....no not a frown, not a scorn, not a bangled confusion....just a plain simple old "I dunno"....converted to flesh lines...
So I guess the Turtle was inefficient...and completely nonperceptive...
Tell me Howard.....what should I do??.....Tell me my love.....is it Ok for me to fall in love again...
Urs in Bemused Confusion
Choleric
Today I saw your face, splashed across the pages of a book long lost.....Yet it was nearly a thrill to see you again....despite our previous differences...you spoke to me...and i replied and it was all good....
Maybe the words that poured out of my mouth upon ur immediate arrival were not carefully pronounced, and though it seemed to me as though I was mistaken....but I thought I headr myself confess my love to you yet again....Untrue ofcourse...and ignore it if you heard the same ludicruous silence....
The Undesirable is haunting...and BORING.....a kiss on the cheek may have been an aphrodisiac for a moment...but the world stopped spinning after a while....a brush on the thigh may have been unintentional and addictive.....but the heart started skipping beats again.....the breathing resumed its erratic flow yet again....
He is soooo bloody boring....and his nasal conquest of a voice is sometimes extremelyendearing but mostly just another voice on the wall...nothing more nothing less......
Perhaps the Freudians of the world are looking down in contempt....but a mundane understanding of this behaviour on my part is extremely necessary.....coz the immortal explantions are just not sufficient....so assuming in this situation that I am X....and X as usual is the unknown....Lets determine the value of this X (Mr. Reckoning).....and try to evaluate this equation...coz its DRIVIN ME CRAZZZYYY..........
Lets asssume for a second that by some freak of nature I am actually attracted to this creature.....are his actions in the ancient history excusable....despite the comprehensible nature of the said actions....????
I dunno...said the Turtle with a bemused expression across his forehead.....no not a frown, not a scorn, not a bangled confusion....just a plain simple old "I dunno"....converted to flesh lines...
So I guess the Turtle was inefficient...and completely nonperceptive...
Tell me Howard.....what should I do??.....Tell me my love.....is it Ok for me to fall in love again...
Urs in Bemused Confusion
Choleric
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