Paul Gilbert is my rock hero because… November 16, 2008

My White World. August 24, 2008

I would live in a white house. The rooms would be painted white inside and white walls would surround me. The windows would be sealed to maintain the interiors clean and white. I would want some walls to be glossy and some walls to be matte. The floor would be white, maybe polished plain white marble with no stains on it. Clean, pure, white. They would all have to be the same white, not off-white or cream, pure white. Everything in the house would be white too. I’d have white carpets below my white couches and tables. The furniture will be elegant and simple, no fancy curves or fancy borders. Simply white. I would want everything to be perfect, the corners of my furniture, the corners where of the walls meet, they should all be perfect. No cracks, no signs of wear, no aging, no hand prints, no odd marks, no dust and no dirt. My backyard would have white shiny plastic trees, and I would have thick white carpets in place of grass. There would be a thoughtfully placed pond with crystal clear water. It would have white leafed white lotuses, and white water lilies floating in it. In my living room I’d place white frames with glossy typographic art printed on matte white paper. My library would have all books with white hard-cover, and stacked neatly, alphabetically organized on my white book-shelf. My bathroom would have soaps, and bathing liquids, and other items in white containers of the same shape and size. The kitchen will have white drawers with clean white utensils. My dinner plates, silverware and napkins will be pure white no fancy prints or silly colors. My bedroom will have a white bed, white work-table, and white posters. There will be a beautiful white guitar, and I will be sitting right beside it wearing my white suit, admiring the beauty.

pig. August 17, 2008

im sitting here on my soiled matress, uncovered and muddy lying on the floor. ate tuna, and drank lots of water. nothing else to do, but think about mundane facts of my existence and how i always will remain wishing for more. the windows are all broken, and the cheap blinds rattle in the wind. the ducts carrying cool air are rustling, and their screws have come off. the room smells of boxes and old paper, and i can see a patch of brown in all of my vicinity. the fridge has stale vegetables and rotting chicken. small drops of frozen blood from the uncooked steak paint its interior. the carpets need cleaning. it has a stain for every story that was made here. but i’m fine. i like these smells and the pungent odors, and i have a feeling i’m going to miss all the shit i’ve loved eating all this while. see you second home. can’t wait to get started with my third. grunt. oink.

Universal Soul June 30, 2008

This existence is like a glass of liquid with millions of undissolvable particles floating around in it. This state of the solution is the instant of existence that we classify as ‘living’ or ‘life’, agitated, lacking direction, something that seems to be completely driven by randomness. Eventually, the particles settle, and collect at the bottom of the glass, and join to form a single mass of matter there. This is the after-life, all of our souls unite to form this single universal soul, it knows all, it knows what you ate for breakfast today, what I ate for lunch, who you’ve loved, whom i’ve hated, your bad and good, my bad and good, it knows all. You, I and all of the ‘living’ creatures become this soul when each of our earthly existence comes to an end. After we become the soul, we realize everything, as we will know everything that has ever happened. If A stole something from B, the universal soul will have the memory of both A and B, it will remember what it feels to have something stolen from, it would know what it feels like to live with the guilt of stealing. It will exist in pain because of all this knowledge, but everything balances out, and so it remains motionless, stiking down at the bottom of the glass.

ribbons around plastic blocks June 29, 2008

you are a child,

you know nothing,

your subconscious mind takes you to worlds

not of this earth

not of this organization

but you are growing

and you cant stop it

although you currently don’t want to

you want the cells to multiply

your brothers have taunted you

and your sisters have pinched you

because they are bigger and dumber

you are vaguely confused

you are fuzzy

you are growing and you’re beginning to like it more and more

you are now connected to this earth

and have lost all your connections with the other, better known worlds to you

but you don’t care anymore

because you are amazing at forgetting things

but you have not forgotten one thing – the tower

you have been building this one tower with thousands of blocks of plastic

building it by placing one block over another

one block every day

hundreds of blocks a year

you have lost count now

but you are doing it as they told you

placing blocks and tying ribbons around them

the tower is so tall

you can no longer reach the top

now is the time to destroy the tower and build a toy for yourself with the pointy pieces of plastic.

but you have been converted by plants and leaves and chlorophyll

you have no other urge but to continue building this tower

its cracking

you can see it

the blocks at its base which you placed when you were enjoying colors

is now cracking

hear it

its rattling and gravity always hated you

but you are still tying ribbons – colored white and brown

you are also using plastic tapes now

but strangely, you still don’t know why you are building this

its not the greatest thing ever

everyone has their own,

why do you think anyone’s going to look at yours?

future in molten gold March 13, 2008

sparkling skies with a hint of cold mist,
sun light painting rainbows in silvery due drops,
soft wings of colorful butterflies flapping,
and the tiny leaves glowing a neon green.
silent strangers jogging in the bright garden,
running, but not moving. 
orange, peach and golden yellow
the colors of some flowers vary slowly.
constant hustle of short trees,
some are thin, while others are oddly shaped, 
as if they were taken out of an art exhibition.
red birds chirping in harmony, tunes of dreams,
flying close to the ground, orbiting the feeders.
clean white plastic locomotives hovering in the vacuum above,
no noise, but there’s a strange melodic ambience,
distant sounds of clarinets and bass.
floating houses, and cloud-like rooms,
linked buildings, and conjoined living spaces,
form a pretty scene in the far.
crawling babies fill the space below, 
they are happy and playful.
our beautiful women observe from flying bubbles,
young boys ride their bikes on Escher-pathways,
some throw pebbles into the water mass nearby,
to form ripples that follow no laws of physics.
all of their faces show satisfaction and contempt.
they are all safe here. 
my white suit is wearing off, and needs polishing.

Spend $100 and make yourself look rich! March 9, 2008

1. give it to me – by paypal if you are net savvy.
2. punch holes in your t-shirt armpits and patch it with the bill
3. 2 holds good for socks too, if you plan to walk shoe-less
4. make pin-hole eye-glasses with the bill
5. ask a retard to smear paint on it, then u have a 100$ worth painting for the restroom door
6. chop the bill and toss it on the salad when friends come over for dinner
7. shove it in half way through in your garden to make a money plant
8. cut it in thin strips and curl them to make money eye lashes for your girlfriend
9. drop it in an un-flushed public toilet and see who falls for the bait (this should  be fun)
10. stick it in your ears and say “hey! i have money coming outta my ears!!!”

t-rex March 3, 2008

tasty poop March 3, 2008

balloons and purple sweets March 2, 2008

I’m walking barefoot in the neighborhood park
trying to find someone to play marbles with.
these colored marbles, I’ve had for sometime,
She gave them to me on my birthday last month. 
I dunno how to play with them, but they sure look pretty
and she says that if you look hard, you can see tiny people 
frolicking inside them all the time.

She tells me a lot of things. she showed me how to draw teeth. 
and she brought me a cat. i love to play with him.
He has small whiskers, and if i touch them he starts sneezing, or sometime falls asleep.

most of the time, i like to sit in my room with colors and paper.
I can draw many animals now.
Soon, I will learn to paint, and then i can make paintings of farms, sunrise and old huts.

It’s six already! he’ll probably come and  pick me up now.
I can’t wait to eat purple candy when I get back home. 
buh-bye now.