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A whip of callous and uncompromising lightning strikes the stormy sky, and an accompanying crackle of thunder rocks her surroundings with its omnipotent might, as she descends the retracted staircase of her first-class luxury aircraft. Her heels create a consistent and elegant ruckus every time they make contact with the succeeding stair, and her large suitcase gently taps against the metallic railing as it follows its owner’s path in subservient nonsentience.
      The woman is clad in a debona...

A nearing steam engine chugs a heavy whiff of black smoke and from its archaic megaphone bellows a deafening, unforgiving horn. Its pace slackens and it screeches over rusty rails as it infinitesimally, albeit distinguishably, comes to a halt.The milieu of the paltry surrounding station is that of an isolated, inviting tranquility. Smoke from the engine digresses under the command of a ubiquitous monsoon breeze in the direction of the deserted platform; its half-empty vending machines, a menial ...

Read ‘The Deviant’ whilst listening to this song: Agneton – Victories in Wonderland (Hyperlinked to SoundCloud)                      It is raining. The docile branches of towering trees tongue the glasses of curtained windows, emanating macabre shadows that sprawl across the deserted road forebodingly.While thunder cracks like an infernal whip and lightning strikes in abiding succession, the consistently pounding rain breaks an otherwise inhumanely grave silence; a precursor of an impending and ...

Around you is the riding mist of the mundane,Inveigling as it engulfs you in its perfunctory pain.Does the uninspiring mute you,Obfuscating you with the obtuse and replacing the astute you?Does the truth evade you, my poor mind,Singeing you as it does,Do you miss the cursory buzz of a thought that whirs,Ebullient with blithe as it does?Is the noiselessness deafening, has scarcity made you coy?The uninspiring defame you, my poor hindered mind,As you lurk in the shadows of self-doubt, you have bec...

                                                                    Disclosure #1:Hyperlinks may be NSFW-ish (Not Suitable For Work)Not like you care. You’re an unemployed single undergrad who loves Potter as much as Pornography.Just like me.

Disclosure #2: This post, in concurrence with my outgoing and schmaltzy self, may get emotional and personal, therefore if the plausibility of your indifference to a sappy hug of comfort from my metaphorical, literary alter-ego exists, I suggest you discontin...

The heart aches.
It squirms and pains and weeps.
Begging for mercy and drenched in the blood of diffidence, stuttering and faltering over its path to placebo contentment.
The reflection of its own depreciation cast on the apathetic world, it wounds for the truth but misses it just the same.
It owes not an inkling to the world or its antipathetic, but it bows down in surrender; daunted and clueless, juvenile in its stance yet self-aware beyond the conventional.
Unassuming and gullible, excruciated and...

Note: The title of this post is in no way an allusion to masturbation. That being said, neither is this article.
           At least 65% of it.


So I grew up and I realized, the only differences between adults and kids are that adults get to work, pay bills, commit adultery and drink alcohol. Legally.As frightening as it is with only around two months from my big Two-Zero, I’ve had an epiphany:
                                                        We’re all children here.
Adulthood was a lie, th...

The universe began as a void, a vacuum. Perfect nothingness.An infinitive expanse of inexhaustible blindingly white light, a tangible yet arbitrary wonderland, a horizontal abyss of absolutely blissful oblivion.The universe gradually fed its indefinite cognizance to this abyss, feeding life to its own insentient incandescence, allowing consciousness to trickle into its vast expanse, drop-by-drop, sentient being by sentient being, one insensate object after another. The universe gave itself consc...

Suggestion: To make my trashy writing seem more sophisticated, I advise you to read the following post with super-celestial amazing music on a loop like:
1) Eric Prydz - Shadows
2) Tony Igy - Give You Pleasure
3) Eric Prydz - Liberate
4) Tony Igy - Megaptera Gray
You may now continue.

Kafkaesque: (1. Adjective) Characterized by surreal distortion and a sense of impending danger. (2. Adjective) Relating to or in the manner of Franz Kafka or his writings.
A gloriously voidly abyss, with its ignoble yet ena...