Friday 18 April 2014

Cock-Shithole Unions



After successfully writing a sequel to The University Required Phone, I went cherry picking in the fields of my old classic top 10% blog posts. A lot has changed since I last wrote most of them. Out of the over 60 posts they have remained as the most popular 10% for a long while. This time I’m rewriting ‘I Need A Woman’. It’s only normal that I choose to work on this next- considering the fact that every man needs a woman.

So even before I jump into why I’m writing this, I just want to mention a little observation I made about something worth observing that I actually observed while observing other things I had intended observing before chancing upon that little observation. Oh yes, life isn’t like a box of chocolate bars so you don’t get the ease that comes with eating chocolate in real life – even if you do.

Great! Since you’ve made that little observation too then me thinks us is good to go! Don’t mention grammar, or that crap about grammar. I’m supposed to have that thing they call poetic license- that thing that lets me justifiably make mistakes and get away with it. Because, hey! I just said hey! And there is no, absolutely no – English enforcer that can strip me of my poetic license because hey! I have a problem with why you can actually have a problem when there is really no problem considering the fact that that little observation is what got us here.

I visited a couple of blogs and I noticed a trend. Some bloggers be like “I haven’t blogged in a while…blah blaaah blaaaah… “…writers block… hah haaah haaaah” bbblllll, %$£%^^()&^$$”£$%^&&**. Glad I got that off my chest. Words can’t explain how these things find their way up here. Keep that little observation in mind – I’m not done, not yet. But yes of course every man needs a woman. Except the biologically and socially awfully misdirected ones who prefer their women without ‘wo’. The dude writing this must be homophobic to the core! Let’s label him and marginalize him because the shithole loving cocks can’t stand those who just won’t stoop so low to legitimize cock-shithole unions.

How on earth did women go wrong that some men decided to hit on fellow men? How can you not love a woman; they are overly sentimental, extremely dramatic, always nagging, never wrong and entirely right always – just don’t disagree with them else all this won’t make any sense. So which man still prefers a man to a woman after I painstakingly listed all those unique features?  See how that little observation is gently creeping out?

What?

No?

Not seeing anything?

The little observation is; the world is just a messed up place. That’s how come it’s now socially wrong to frown upon cock-shithole unions. But no, I shan’t hide my resentment and utter disgust! And yes I’ll always be homophobic. Call me backward, closed minded and whatever label that has been created for people like me but I just won’t support an act that even horny he-goats won’t think of.

Now you see why I need a woman?

No, No… No… see why every man needs a woman?



Thursday 10 April 2014

these words that i wrote...





Voices down the alley
Voices behind the ears I had
A second thought
And then silence pervaded
Not from behind my ears
But down the alley
That I once took lonely walks on

Memories of the man I was
Clash with the man I am
I’m torn between then and now
The middle path is only a temporal thought

I’m the thorn between the paws of the beast
And the earth that gave me comfort…
I didn’t intend to be the reason why
The beast bled
And destroyed the tender plumules
That greened the dusty bare earth.

A thousand more reasons
Why the tree must shed off leaves
And the one reason why
A well pruned tree grows well

Gaze set on the horizon;
The nothingness of today
And the false hope that
A tomorrow here might be better…

Bump…
Up and down
Like the head of the domestic lizard.
Thoughts of when
I helplessly watched lizards
Murdered by my sadistic elementary school mates

But her smile evades my thoughts,
Then the shy look in her eyes.
The clouds boast of beauty too
Though our eyes only reach the horizon

Back and forth
Like a tennis ball
Who we are today
And who we might be tomorrow
Are two different images
In the same frame…

I’ve no better words
Or no more thoughts
Than the one that reads
These words that I wrote
While journeying to the highest peak…