Note

This blog was previously called 'My Dirty Job'

Satya Vachan!

Get a stupid woman to love you.
Stupid women are stupid, and love to love.
Their love, you don't have to earn it. No, don't bother to deserve it.
They will give without asking. Anything.
Don't worry, fuck every random whore you meet. They aren't stupid, they will ask for something. You will give everything. Go crazy, horny, giving.
The stupid woman will find a reason to justify you for you. She will love you still. Forever, with all her heart, which is stupid like her, so don't feel guilty about breaking it. Continue using her.
There isn't a better lottery.
Get a stupid woman, yeah?!

Walk in the Rain

He walked past
I let it go
Then came a woman. A woman, for
Christ's sake!
I said nothing
Then another, another
Yes, gender didn't matter anymore
And as the Old man walked by
It was known. They were all the same
Men, women, young and old, children
Something had to be done
I had had it till up here!

So as I spotted next person
Happened to be pretty girl in blue
I didn't let that deter me!
16 yards
Walking in my direction
I stopped
Placed both my feet on the ground
Firmly, my shoes made a sqilchy sound
I didn't let that deter me!
I looked into her eyes, looked deep
into them
Cos times like this, words are not enough

'Watch it miss' Roared I
'And all you other fucks
Handle with care,
The lethal weapon
You walk around carelessly
Under,
Swinging
Don't you know?
With great power, comes great responsibility'

I could hear me breathe
Way above the rain
But I have a feeling
That's not why she said nothing
And walked away
Tugging at her Raincoat

To Her Left

Not how much but the way she does, unprecedented like it should, unchained and inflicting while it livens like only her's can, as she gives.

Then there is mine, doubt before any thing, for all that she Could for all that I am.

In exchange of words, my blood
Now empty veins carry only thoughts
And thoughts become things, not senses

Now I can only remember her face which cringes every time my fingers touch hers. Now I can only think about assuming the power she puts upon me when she is on her knees. Only dream about climbing the mountain within her. Only want to offer any thing. I can recognise but pray. I am part man part being nothing.
...
Some day I will hold you and fuck you till you give up your pretenses. She said it over the phone when she read this.
...
That black dress slit from the back, where I slide in from face first and then the whole body, entwine hers starting from the stomach I go around her upwards between her breasts reaching her forehead meanwhile arms strangling hers then crawling all the way down to her feet making her lose balance, all of it under that dress, intact only slit from the back.
...
Hmm?

Nautanki

I wake up to flashes

Wonders playing

Movement, impeccable movement

Greatness, Rand’s poetry

But I wake up

Still

The idle machine, my body

But chants, she is sore

Of worst kind of dull pain

Of unuse

Neck stretched out

Toes

Stomach, nipples

Tight face

Head of an actor

Dreaming

On a clothesline

Dripping pink

White and black

Oh, the greatness

That greatness

Give it to me, it’s mine

Envy fowl

I’d become much more

But nobody slaughtered me

For flesh

Still here

To let

Womans World (Prose-1)

She remembered that time she caught him cheating, her husband of 10 years as of today. It was the same. He took a long time to answer the door. Wearing an ironed suit, said they had been watching a film and couldn't hear the bell, him and his good friend, her.

He even went on to introduce the woman. They shook hands. And then out of nowhere a stray underwear entered stage.

Cued the woman to put up an over aggressive show, tears, justifications, proofs and all that. ‘I am married, for Christ’s sake, please’

‘So is he’

It was him she wanted to talk to, but he stood without a word. It was the same.

There would have been a cunt of an awkward silence had the woman not filled it with her continuous babble.

How did it end? She couldn't help but console the woman. 

Gunshun (Part1)

Somebody hurt many bodies 

His gun took blame

Gun man is just a person

Take the guns, they said 

Take the guns, Take the guns 

Nobody wanted to know anything more

Everyone was after the guns

Took mine away

One day I took my father’s car

Drove over 200 persons at the fairground