There is nothing as boring as slouching out of your bed. Next you are burying
your head into the sand, winning a big lottery, succeeding in every
imaginable deeds. Utopia ?? Nah ! Seems like I have been brushing my
teeth for ages.



There is a growing impatience. I am not sure what I am striving for.
Nonetheless,there is always impatience. Ironically, my lifestyle is
sedentary and laid-back. Yet, there is a strange urge to reach to an
undefined place to achieve undefined karma.



The floaters travel along the contrails in the sky. A very pleasing
sense of escapism hovers around the mind. I travel endlessly through a
short walk, but with millions short steps racing in my mind.
Enchanting! It's really wonderful if I were to continue my life as such, I would
happily trade it over any other propositions. Again the impatience.
There is a need to be around people -the need of everlasting  care.
Yearning !



The food is delicious, still I am bitter about the morning tea. Silly as
it is, I dig into the abstracts of food, its profound impact on
humanity. This can't be happening- I, myself a bum, am thinking about
this worldly affairs over the food.Nonsense. I have some other priorities.I am glad I
am multi-tasking. Apart from  philosophers and thinkers, most people
are mostly multi-tasking. They are thinking as well !! Everyone is an
arm-chair philosopher.For divine reasons, they are there. I am there.
You are there. We all are here and there. Existence !



I read through the pages- I don't understand fully. Yet these newly
learned ideas replace obsolete ideas, albeit temporarily. Suddenly I
have a vision possibly leading me up to half-way. I realize how wrong I
had been until this moment. Wow!! Subversion !!!



What a rubbish! Spontaneously, I  throw one and basket it in my garbage
bin. I am wondering whether it is a two-pointer or a
three-pointer.Replay !!



 An indiscriminate barrage of insipid thoughts, covertly trying to coup
the already dethroned king and joust him to a gutter, smearing a copious
amount of shame, with a grandiose scheme turns simply into a verbose,
resulting in a meta-reference, with profligate use of commas.



Re-reading, I observe the disjointed paragraphs loosely disseminating
absurdly stitched convoluted non-conceptual artifacts, awkwardly shaped
and organized. An unpoem; unprose; unessay-just an entropy !!



F^k it dude, let's go bowling !