Tag: Horror

  • I had the things I had the time…

    I had the things, I had the time but had no fucking stillness and unhingedness to create things with those things. Now things gone, and am wondering what to do with this time.

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  • Am here just to slap lovely marketing messages…

    Am here just to slap lovely marketing messages on cute products and read and done.

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  • Do I think making music is silly My…

    Do I think making music is silly? My body doesn’t wait to feel the notes, or even gyrate. Restlessness n laziness, such classic mix.

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  • Every fort I visit upon seeing the majestic…

    Every fort I visit, upon seeing the majestic renditions of our giant friends, I ask the guides, are these native elephants? They fuckin don’t know. What history, what exhibition of nativity! How have we managed all this!

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  • If I have to write a novel length…

    If I have to write a novel length, I would have to refeel the pain, the inconvenience, the embarrassment, the cluelessness. And amidst all that think of names and stick them to the faces that haunt me anyway. Let’s just take it one funny page at a time.

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  • This craze for DPs has ensured WYSIWYDG

    This craze for DPs has ensured WYSIWYDG.

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  • You don’t stop to check whether you have…

    You don’t stop to check whether you have belief in yourself. That kind of leisure, ufff!

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  • Too much of conversation very little perspiration

    Too much of conversation, very little perspiration

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  • Snap your eyes off the screen Don’t look…

    Snap your eyes off the screen
    Don’t look back
    For at least an hour!

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  • I am so impractical Technologies developed for development…

    I am so impractical. Technologies developed for development and ‘progress’ don’t excite me so much. What’s happening?

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  • The kind of thoughts I enjoy give me…

    The kind of thoughts I enjoy give me a pass when I am hungry.

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  • Am not hyperlinked I don’t want to be…

    Am not hyperlinked. I don’t want to be. There are just short bursts of hyperlinking which exhaust me, as a writer, talker, reader, as a social being.

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  • Every entrepreneurial dream these days has ‘scale’ in…

    Every entrepreneurial dream these days has ‘scale’ in it, and the sense of boredom that scale brings.

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  • Twitter and Instagram and Facebook crowded like some…

    Twitter and Instagram and Facebook, crowded like some ugly mall.

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  • Instagram the horrible inbox for beautiful looking pics…

    Instagram, the horrible inbox for beautiful looking pics, so many of them. Instant inundation!

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  • Seeking ‘convenience of creating art’ human beings ended…

    Seeking ‘convenience of creating art’, human beings ended up creating technology after technology for the purpose of memory storage, in the process constantly losing precious priceless memories.

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  • There is no end to obscenities Someone’s holding…

    There is no end to obscenities. Someone’s holding Entrepreneurship World Cup!

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  • School of Business Who builds that sort of…

    School of Business

    Who builds that sort of school!

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  • It takes guts accepting your own foolishness to…

    It takes guts, accepting your own foolishness, to stay away from bull-shit. Admit it.

    I am prone to foolishness even now. But I am quick and brave enough to admit it to myself. Thank you God for this strength.

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  • All these review sites and suggestion sites and…

    All these review sites and suggestion sites and resellers and affiliate marketing sites, all fooling you into doing funny things. Alternative version is, of course I am a fool to think of myself as intelligent, smart and whatever!

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