Sexiest darned thing you ever heard.

The Big Come Up.

Oh my fucking god this is so brilliant. It's like, the perfect culmination of Dirty Blues and like, Soulful Rock. Just. Wow. I think I might have discovered the best band on the planet.

this=sex

"well fancy that, won't you?"

fall. 

 i am falling. 

 are you.

 

 i think i am.

 no you're not. 

 you think you are.

 no, i'm sure of it. 

 you're suspended in this one state. you're not moving, not falling. you're stagnant. and decaying.

 don't say that.

 but it's the truth. 

 then push me.

maybe I still

In the dim light of a reading lamp and the weight of a kindle presiding down on my arm, it wasn't easy to sing. I still sang. The truth was that singing wasn't the only thing that I'll remember those two hours for.

Valar Morghulis

Will you still love me when I've go let nothing but my aching song?
Feeling and emotion left me. I was left hung to dry. Empty. Hollow. Emotionless. The colour drained from my face, and the tears soon after. It doesn't take long to se something disintegrate. Something that always seemed so strong you never believed there was ever any chance of you breaking.
My biology teacher told me that my heart is the size of my fist, and that my brain is the size of two fists. It would be logical to assume that a beating from my brain is much stronger than a beating from my heart.
This was never meant to last. I wish it wasn't so.
I do remember telling someone that there isn't really much to a heart. "It's just a fucking pump" what's the big deal? Then it hit me. The heart isn't practical. Its associated with being alive; your heart stops, you die. So why a symbol of love?
And so I think to myself "that's a little obvious, isn't it?"
If you have nobody to love you, you die. Your heart stops beating, you die. I'm not saying something didactic or wannabe. I'm not saying that love is the same as life.
Love is what keeps us alive.

I still will make her believe.

You'd walk into a room and you wouldn't notice her. You'd see her eyes meet yours and you wouldn't know her. You'd see her around you and have no idea she was there.
You will soon learn one thing, though. She is, undoubtably, the most interesting in the room.

And god bless us everyone
We're broken people living
Under loaded guns.
But what is the gun? What is the bullet? Who pulls the trigger?

I went for a conference somewhere almost a a month and a half ago. I won't tell you where. I won't tell you why. I might tell you that I've proven to the schools in Bombay that I'm better than 96 per-cent of the students in this city (statistical data. I'm not one to brag for no reason). That's no what this post is about. It's more about someone I met at the conference. From the moment we spoke, I knew she wasn't one of the regular, boring lot. She was interesting.

She once told me, that she doesn't believe in love. I told her that she's an idiot. In a more, mild, gentlemanly manner that you'd naturally expect of me. Aside, yes. How can you not believe in love. Love is what keeps the planet spinning. It's the undeniable truth about everything.

She wouldn't listen to me.

I expected her not to.

I'm glad she didn't.