Okay, that’s just sexist!
This was part of a tweet that plunged my, rather paracurious, mind into a crazy conversation with itself. One it would not let go even after countless attempts to ostracize itself from. And yes, if you are reading this, this post is dedicated to you: for constructing a tweet so profound you forced my defenceless mind into trying to dismember its intricacies. Time well wasted.
A more appropriate name for this should be The Null-Void Existential Paradox—which is more catchy—but under proper scrutiny, the paradox crumbles; hence a mere interplay, or “drama” if you wanna. This means of representation, as are many of my posts, came from idling on Twitter; and—you know what they say about idle minds—is doused with syntax! Read the rest of this entry »
If an S and an I and an O and a U
With an X at the end spell Su;
And an E and a Y and an E spell I,
Pray what is a speller to do?
Then, if also an S and an I and a G
And an HED spell side,
There’s nothing much left for a speller to do
But to go commit siouxeyesighed.
First came the obsession with tic tac toe. You know these, those little nine squares in which Xs and Os struggle to coordinate their population into a straight line. This was the greatest puzzle to a young mind.
Then came with the insatiable hunger to never lose; Read the rest of this entry »
How I crave for you.
I don’t know who you are
But ever since I could remember
You have been missing from my life.
Have you started looking for me too?
I journeyed so far
got myself lost in that forest
Just to find you
I only found posers
Wolves in your red clothing
Waiting for me to undress them…
Blessed be the ambiance.
The peace and initial calm.
That moody silence.
That torment in peace.
Blessed noises blowing minds into unfathomable smithereens; fathoming the little stuff.
The same noises to which Tornado slaves for.
“Collect broken minds and coagulate smithereens at infinity into a dot!”
Yes, noisy master 😒