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By Vishal Date: 2002 Mar 20 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.20.14.09.4395]] |
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There are some questions in life which should never be asked, voiced, expressed or even contemplated. One of these is, what else can go wrong? There exists in life some kind of malignant mischevious force whose sole reason for being is to answer such queries. Something which I can picture having all too human emotions, something I can see rubbing it's hands and chortling with glee; "Yeah baby, step on up and I'll show ya. Sky's the limit, pick a category; physical, financial, mental, emotional. Anything from irregular sleeping habits to a shattered heart. We fuckin aim to please. Yeah baby!" There are sporadic phases in life when it seems one peice of sadness actually attracts another, and another, like some crazy chain reaction, eventually leaving your brain burning with indignant outrage, "Enough already, I'm not looking to win a lottery, but give it a break for a while, what do you say." And the force, by now in a state of completely hysterical joy gibbers back, "Are you kidding. I'm just getting started. Got a while to go before I eventually have to kill ya. Can't fuck around with you forever you know. I haven't had this much fun in my whole life" Imagination is such a bitch! |