
When I Was A Rum Guy
I'm a Wine guy. I always have been. Except for the time when I was a Rum guy. Strong, brave, cold-hearted Rum guy. A double on the rocks. Soda is
Offhand thoughts, stray feelings—these are my musings.
I'm a Wine guy. I always have been. Except for the time when I was a Rum guy. Strong, brave, cold-hearted Rum guy. A double on the rocks. Soda is
What else is there left to do but to lie naked on the rooftop and to jerk off to the warm summer breeze in the moonless hours of the night?
Each song brings out a different kind of emotion, a zone, an inspiration to feel alive. And what's better in this world than to experience and live all these zones,
Try to listen closely to the sound of music that these walls shed out. Just close your eyes and cast off your mind, your own noises, and listen for once.
The body heats up, the temperature rises. The feel of an artist moving deep into the Blues on his acoustic Guitar. The haunting, the unfamiliarity, the shivers in the body,
How does it help? How does anything help? Why would anything help? Why are we so fixated on the word 'help'? Get up, move on, lie down, jerk off, repeat
In the search of a moment of magic. Things appear quite different when you stand on the rooftop of a multi-story building at 3 am. The pluckable stars, the reachable
Write, paint, sing, dance, create masterpieces in whatever medium you can. Nothing else matters in the grander scheme of things anyway. Everything that's seemingly important is useless, petite, microscopic in
'I don't think he loves me anymore.' Surfing through the channels, absent-mindedly, they are all the same. The eyes always fixated on the TV screen like glue searching for bits