Prasadams & Desis.

I'm at the Hindu temple this morning - the offerings (sweets) after the service are being distributed... The gentleman distributing the sweets comes around to me, reaches for a rather large piece of delectable 'laddoo.' But then his gaze pauses in horror as he engages me and realizes the extent of opulence I exude in body weight.

As he soaks up the sight of a hermetically sealed violent blob of pudge at his heel, he quickly lets his fingers dribble back to a piece three finger steps behind. Which, bless his over-consumed benevolent heart happens to be the size of a pea that gave up hope thirty seven years ago.

He then proceeds to smile, drop the sweet in the depth of my open palm as he greets me with a hello and walks away filling his lungs with the air that resounds the clarity of his good deed in saving another hippo from extinction.

INDIANS, We love judging don't we! LOL!

Holy Crab!

When an unusually large, friendly Pacific Red Crab takes a swim in a South Indian Konkani Amshetikshe (an invigoratingly delicious spicy coconut curry)...a taste explosion of psychosomatic proportions ensues, consummating in a psychedelic mind expansion phenomenon. Tonight my peristalsis is worth every fragrant, immersive morsel. Thanks MOM!!

The Brazen Effort

I watch my horizons crash against my avenues as the streets are wrought with misshapen shards of attempt. I brave the darkness coiling upon my skies above as I breathe deep. I shall overcome.

A Royal BAH!

Apparently, Buckingham Palace will be available to William and his would be bride for three days after the wedding. Does that mean the 'Queen' will check into a Motel 6, order room service, listen to El Gato 103.1FM and eat menudo for breakfast in true LALA Land Style?

God save the Queen's digestive system and the Royal Peristalsis!

Wait! I think she will set out on a journey of conquest, colonize 711 & Pepboys and discover the hippopotamus.

To Rise Above

I think people are inherently good and kind by nature. But they cover themselves with malice, cloak themselves in deceit, capsulize their good intentions in causticity and choose to forget what they are really capable of. Let's change this.

Let's for once be kind to each other and live with purpose. Only then shall we prevail and rise. The goal is not to endure, but to rise above mediocrity and solidify the very crust of humanity that we have been chipping away at for years. Onwards & upwards, my brethren!

My thought for the day.

The next Phase. 2011 Audi A4 (Premium Plus)

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A Mouthful of Forked, Peppered Bias

I reach for my fork and knife. I lick my lips to taste the empathy and I feel contempt in the aftertaste. I embrace change, yet change engulfs me. I cut through the flesh; the flesh rips & tears under the goaded sharpness giving way to nothingness and within that lies your purpose. I bring with me an appetite, a craving, a seething opinion and yes, it is scarred and spattered with another for it cannot be sheathed, gleaming or pure.

The bigger you get, the smaller your heart grows; the weaker your purpose becomes. I cannot possess you and you cannot be me. In your ever present pomp and falseness, your existence becomes more and more ludicrous. Do you see me laughing? Or celebrating you? I can only feel empathy and yet it reeks of contemptuous aftertaste from the moribund moments I leave behind. This ferocious banality is the foster child of your ego that has walked three paces ahead of you and decimated every friend, any good gesture and even the basic open hand of compassion that greeted you as you strolled intoxicated in your pigheadedness.

Today, your ego walks five paces ahead of you. I await your fall. I see it bemoaning in the horizons, sounding the gongs of loss, beating the drums of antipathy, swirling to the dirges of compositions that simulate your violent drowning. The hordes follow aimlessly, polishing their daggers, breathing black fumes, marching hungrily towards you. My hands are warm and my heart glows with simplicity. In contrast, your kindness and depravity have tasted more and more bitter over the years as the kindness died away. Since the time I have known you, you have corrupted everything that surrounds you. You are winner, a star and a complete utterly failed human. Your wounds cannot heal for they are scars of those who you have failed. Failed, my lonely one.

Good night old friend; I will see you in hell. For I am becoming you.

Thanks BP.

Shore Lined Poison

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