Chagrined musings of a jaded ex lady-killer. This is a measure of how whipped I am. Everyone who ever was, is, and ever will be. Now do it, all of you.

There is something about Sepia Snaps that makes me cry. Jack is crazy as ever.

Will we look back? When all the blood has been shed. And the widows have ceased weeping. And no mother holds vigil for a son far from home. Will we see, still. The sides we blindly picked. Separated by barriers our hands built. Following leaders our voices chose. Wednesday, 23 March 2011. And all she had left. Monday, 14 March 2011. Monday, 28 February 2011.

Whats a boy supposed to do? Sunday, February 22, 2015. And I checked, not drunk. May the force be strong with you. Saturday, August 30, 2014. And then it somewhat started to gath.

Saturday, July 18, 2015. I need a night to stay awake. I need colours to get lost in an illusion. I need a polarized world to formulate an answer. That is what is expected out of me,. That finally establishes a tomb. And an altar of life. Friday, July 17, 2015. Did you know happiness is a summation. Did you know that happiness is always at risk. But it still is an exercise, a vocation? Of asserting your own existence to your being,.

The Weird Guy Whose Wit Went Incognito. Previously known as The Ugly Fat Guy. The attributes still hold for perfect physical character recognition, but I just wanted to sink a little deeper in anonymity. Check out my poems at my other blog. Of Birds and Girls Alike.

He wanders alone, befriends the mist, Sings his tale, about a forbidden tryst. Saturday, February 5, 2011. Because I like to walk. The door I shall lock. And throw away the key. When I finally rest my head.

All i wanted was a pepsi. The fine art of the damned. There is a lot to say, of this we are sure.