i was jus sittin here now n thinking...i ve grown up into a meek, hehehe, mature, regular, routine obeying civilised man so much; at least i luk that way;

hehehehe, fuckin unbeliveable

for chris sakes im the naked guy who's trespassing on my neighbour's yard, with a paunch and coolers on me, holding up a burning cigarette delicately between fingers, and not giving a fuck, and whistling;

im the lonely guy who sits alone n cries out of sheer cold on rainy wet night;

im the guy who is full of love for every s.o.b after a couple of drinks;

im also the guy reflective, imagining a way out of this predicament called life;

and im the guy who stops existing suddenly as soon as he begins to unfold something beautiful to love in his hands;

and im the bored guy who jus cant type this whole shit out;

cos he thinks he shud find a guy's past time not a fag's

hehehe

im also a lil kid runnin around, playful, scared of mommy, zesting up to try every trick in the book of the forbidden; glint n all;

and yet im curiously some part of mine is mature enuf to understand people's problems handle them, or destroy them playfully, depending on my mood; :)

im also the scared guy who is afraid of the consequences;

this is boring...!!!

but fuck ya this is me

me zone. me time, my lil bit of life;

whatever

all i want to say is im whoring my self

fucking distracted to a weariness

im free; that's who i am, ???

and no soonr i think it, im whipped by the chains of order; of civilisation, whatever..!!!..

i can t stand like a pimp to be dressed up, manicured, curtain haired, pink nosed, and glossy lipped , b cos people of my time r metro-sexuals, fuck them i say, the world can burn to a fucking crisp

i cant stand like a pimp clad in designer shirts, and flat fronts, and bow down to do routine clerical work;

i can't go and say the politically right thing to a hot woman; i cud nt care;

and im already bored of people with pretences

i cud grab, i cud afford gluttony, i cud afford being dirty, i cud afford being in shambles,

i cud afford laughing, tearing apart with rage, or pissing where or when i felt like, b cos they don't deviate from my true nature; they are like me;

today im an imitation of a clean scrubbed man, hahaha, fucking respectable in the society, and with my face, perenially as if someone's goin to harm me; im all fucked up

am doing the best i could to confess my true nature, i always loved it, it brought me a whole lot more happiness, than pimping my soul, grrr

ilovet

shit politics, info abt the latesht macro n micro environmental developments, dont concern me,

what concerns me is; who's fucking who; will i get her; is she good in bed; or will her mouth do a good job on my tommy gun;

donno. but who cares...hehehe...it s wrong and refreshingly true...it's me..

hate being a boy scout; always hated it;

now i need to find a place where im going to live like me; or start pimping my soul again;....