love

erm. hey readers (rare and distracted ones, the only i know), read not this post for its a little peak into a huge s.pumpkins fan's craving for writing. sweet writing. and honey, mock not k? bleah

and so they say amidst the condoms ad, and skin smoothing media-wash:
O love, thy one I'll be, till the heaven rocks and the sadness steams from the stream of desperation.


how often had i heard of this statement.

does love means being on speed and sucking some rods to ease the need and pain to satisfy the crave for 'love' of your love one? does it mean wanting a comfortable car ride so that she can smile for a happy him. so that dresses are new and crisp to hide the 'right' curves and pureness.

i found my love. no mistake about that even thru hell I'll ride the serpent's tongue to rid the world of hurtful ones to her, to me. lately i've heard from a close bud, how deep is he into his girl. (no pun intended) it jolts me....impressively (and now i feel), passive of me. ha but i guess, time rules and so let this stream of love flow. no delta or plains gonna dilute it a tinge ever, i'm sure. (gore-aunty + chop, they like to say)

OK back to the real world.

Here I am, at a crossroad, of between scholarhood and an unemployed prick....and so the begging for material alms begin. fronting giant doors that hide the tiny machines and robots.
toys of mad scientist that I still hope to become, i'll knock and pray.

believers, pray for me.
self'ers, wish me luck.

and may God bless the world.