Another year, another promise, another disappointment. A lot of them...years, promises, disappointments. I was accused of wallowing in self-pity so I won't do that. Not so anyone can see at any rate. It's not a virtue that's very highly prized. That said, I'm not sure I know of any that are. The world hast changed from 1823 Monsignor Nash, I'm afraid the farm was sold years ago. Would you like to sit down for a bit?Not really Pedro, I'll be moving along soon...will you put me up till I'm around though?I promise I'll behave. Until I won't...I understand Pedro, this isn't home anymore. I won't make a fuss when I leave...
I think I love Bombay. And I hate it with the same measure. I hate what it does to people. What it will. Or is it all globalisation? That's the easy bakra. I see it every day. The wheedling, the buckling, the crumbling. The lack of choice. Is there any? Or the pretense of a lack thereof. The city. The city of dreams. Can't fault it. Or them. Staccato emotion. Phut. Phut. Phut. Phut. Phut. Phut.Or lack thereof. I see the greys in my spectrum. Do you see UV?Lucky bastard...what does it look like?Is it pretty?My grey is...she's so pretty in her cordite-tasting romp. Enough. If you don't see them it's not your fault. And it's not mine. Perhaps they don't exist. Perhaps it's the wrong exposure. Underexposure. Underdevelopment. Non-development. Structure. Stricture. I want to be free, set myself free...I know it's in all my mind. How did it get so fucked up? The debate is whether it is worth the freeing...will it sing again?Well, it's not a debate...I see no argument brooked by anyone. Why isn't there any?
So I will brook it myself...and Jeeves...for 52 weeks at a run. The spiral begins it's turn...how much will it eat this time?Will it stop?Should it?It's not a question that I care to answer right now...because I don't care.But I hope I will...I really do.
I against I,
Flesh of my flesh,
And mind of my mind,
Two of a kind but one won't survive,
My images reflect in the enemies eye,
And his images reflect in in mine the same time
Flesh of my flesh,
And mind of my mind,
Two of a kind but one won't survive,
My images reflect in the enemies eye,
And his images reflect in in mine the same time