Monday, November 19, 2012


How ironic is it that a group of men who pride themselves on being warriors is in fact so sensitive as to be wounded by mere words. All one really needs to slash and stab through their thick chestplates is a keyboard.
Words would actually be the best weapon against raw power and sheer strength in today's world.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012


A day when the mind plays tricks fancier than a golden spider bursting into flames high up in the sky, flashier than a million chinese rice lights dancing across windows, and hazier than the smoky streets reeking of burnt gunpowder.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

An overgrown beard.

It is the lethargy and a distaste for life, combined with the need to procrastinate death, like almost every other task at hand, and all of it fuelled by morbid over-thinking, that is making me write such convoluted rubbish on a supposed to be festive Sunday afternoon.