Fade Out

…I can still be humorous even at times like these…

Beans: what are your expectations from the budget?

Gary: Its funny you ask about Budget – In the morning I was wondering why is the “wall street” in the damn news – when it never burned down/got bombed/anything else drastic and I came to this conclusion – I couldn’t care less – The government wants to test me when I pee… and so what if I got inspired by ‘phish-y’ substances

Beans: pee??? where did that come from???

Gary: Its called the humour part of life

Beans: ah..

Gary: Expectations/budgets/hope/wall street all of em’ make me burst out in gaps of laughter – you know the gaps when you read read read and read and then you see a comma (not a full stop) and you go finally air!!!

Beans: why is that? It affects you directly, the whole budget circus – no matter how funny!!!

Gary: It doesn’t – you just pick yourself – get back to work and work on a pay hike!!!

Beans: It does!! All the commodtities you need, all the capital inflow, inflation, lending, tax holidays, everything affects your life..

Gary: If we stood there and made a gap – a full stop!!! then we are counting on a truck ramming us down We don’t we smoke/swallow/eat some more happy stuff and move on go fight with a boss for a pay hike!!!

Beans: Its a necessary Evil man. PR and Ad professionals to pay more tax and this will lead to an entirely new salary structure across levels. Hike will happen…

Gary: Hike will happen – we pay govt. – they test us – we pay them more – we rip off govt. – we get pushed – pushed – and pushed even more – then we revolt
Its called politics

Beans: Its called oiling the wheels of a fast develping, out of control economy..

Gary: It’ll never be out of control – we just think so, we all just follow the conceptual nonsense of analysts

Beans: Out of control not ’cause its fast ’cause its skewed

Gary: Everything be skewed!!!

…and then the conversations shifted to underwear and friends…

Forgive me for I am a sinner. Let thy wrath be upon me and not on the disciples of thee, for it is my head that is to be the token of my undoing. For it is evil that I see and it is amalgamation of evil and good in a 2:1 ratio respectively.

Thou Dark One: Now that convergance is on the look out for a rise in literature and not numbers, an explanation is needed behind the chronicles that they want to touch, the nooks and corners of their perspective!!!

Thou Dark One: So please do the honours before I copulate with death and boredom on the same platter

Thou Dark One: Thy king of this musical dungeon – my humble peasant echoes in the air – What is it that this knight needs to conquer?

Thou Dark One: Thou has already engaged in matrimonial with death under the priest-hood of boredom, and anticipitation shall take my head.

Thou Dark One: Sire – My head is on a sheet of pins and voodoo dolls are a reflection of the sorrow that I for-see when my time cometh for the extraction of my peasant self from the grounds of hardship!!!

King Curl: now tell me what is this ?

Thou Dark One: It is the word of the land…. And I solemnly swear to abide with it for the kingdom I lay my heart and soul down for.

King Curl: oh god!!! man your like really wasted !!! anyways, why do u want to know convergence’s positioning? and what bearing might it have on your wrath?

Thou Dark One: Wasted would be a word of doneth, thy is on teh look out for the beast of numbers who is now on the look out for the land of literates …The wrath shall be taken down, for it is their vests and mugs that the prophecy speaks of…

I just wish…

I fail to understand why I push the boundaries of reality even more than I suspect it can be stretched!!!

I fail to understand the noise in the back of my head, the secret code, the secret… I hate this crap!!!

Burnin’ in hell, pills and dead hungry – I wonder what would kill me first??

I feel drained, exhausted and full on riding on angst. Maybe its the whole idea of somebody dying that makes me want to live defying the laws of gravity while I’m at it, maybe just maybe.

And like every time every thing seems a quiz, everything seems to have a question mark of it, every thing seems to die around me…

I just wanna go to sleep and forget about this world or go away to some arbit land and just stay put there!!!

Killing myself to live is what I did and what I can’t stop doing, something I just can’t help… now I just want to kill myself to die… maybe that’ll cure everything, the tears around the corner, maybe it’ll him, maybe it’ll save him…