Tips from a self proclaimed poet

always skip a couple of words. 

never say sorry or thank you. 

write only when you hate yourself.

save the best for the weekends.

it doesn't matter where you sit. 


speak out loud, but whisper sometimes. 

create intrigue. change topics mid sen

flatulence is always a good topic.

never too proud, never too humble. 

do remember to pray on mondays.

sing,        flush,       dance,        wonder,      chew,       stretch.



look
for
a pattern. usually
works.



step
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 comfort zone.
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out of your 

beware, coffee is for closers only. 

when in doubt,

• A 
• B 
• C.

home is where the heater is.

double eww double eww double eww


go wander. 

do ponder. 

never pander. 

with six words, rewrite your resume.



friends are selfish. they usually help.


fathers sometime bother. mothers always smother. 

let go once. let go again. 

do you want to stay alive?








keep your distance from ------------------------------------------------         grammar nazis.








believe in pornography. it certainly exists.

don't believe in god-men. they exist.

rant rambunctiously. 

eat shamelessly. 

love unconditionally.

Nailed it, btw

What are you supposed to say when you happen to bump into someone after ages?
Someone you weren't particularly keen on meeting, someone you'd not bothered to find out if they were alive or dead?

"Hello, long time. Whats up?"??

What are you supposed to say when someone goes two nights later, " oh I nailed that chick last night, btw" between sips?

"Good job, dude?"

"Its a small world?"

and silently mutter to yourself, "I said pass a while back"?

Its a strange world.

strange insights

Our insecurities tell us a lot about who we really are.
I am always insecure about money.
I can never figure it out.

Sometimes I have lots of it and i throw it away.
Other times I have little which I put away for a rainy day.
Mostly I have none and I feel really light, and happy.

Right now, I have none.
But I am worried.

Because there are a whole lot of people dependent on me, today.
Expecting me to deliver.
To perform.
To bring in the loot.


My family.
My team.
Their family.
And all those who have projected their aspirations onto ours.

It is a strange sense of fear, mixed with a strong sense of longing.

Longing to go back to simpler times.
afraid those don't exist.
Longing to go forward to happier days.
afraid those are far away.

Just being
right here,
right now
is exhilarating.

I realise,
it is a lonely climb upwards.
Because baggage can get heavy.
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I am going to run.
Every day.

It seems like the closest one gets to understanding
the predicament.

The pointlessness of the exercise
is enough to fill a man's heart.

I
will
die
a
happy
death.