Saturday, 21 May 2016

Choking squares with metaphysical squiggles.

No matter how much you shake an hourglass the sand flows at a steady pace. 

Perhaps I can change the texture of the glass and make it into a prism. And then we shall see how the river of time is clouded with rainbows. 

A spectacular view to a mundane flow! 

Just because it's mundane doesn't mean  it's not spectacular. 

I mean baby, you can spectacularify the hum drums of your toneless life with some extraordinary daily activities..and these include imagining stuff..making up fantasies and dreaming things you could only dream of. 
Being a part of all of them, living them for those few zoned out seconds..Physics laws do not apply!

Dull routine? Got a whole lot of nothing to do and screw doing anything else too? 

well here's a cure for you my darling dream
cuz doing absolutely nothing is fuckballs supreme \m/
so why do anything? 
when you could do absolutely nothing 
and live in a glazed gleam

You could be obscure in them 
or even be a star 
a hero or that mystery villain
of protoplasmic war

at moments when you know you've got nothing to do 
what the fuck is where
what the fuck is who 
sitting in a wooden armed chair
you know that time of the day
when there's time you could shoo!
What do you do?

A whole lot of stuff while doing nothing at all. Live in moments you'd never experience; mould them as you'd want. Add in some lovelorn things on an alien planet, and a mysterious sergeant hell bent on killing six legged queens. they've no one to save them, and that's when you step in..riding on a shark fin..but you end up mutilating them all and marrying their dog ( you suddenly wake up. T'was a dream) and other such similar bearings. 

Sometimes, you never realize that you've got a whole lot of something to do which in reality however is really just nothing. A whole lot of something that's actually a cloak for nothing! 
and when it's nothing, you day dream while doing everything. Float through the dreadful mist of everyday meh on pink clouds that feel like feathers and taste of mint. 

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