and this awakens something you know?

Too often people are concerned about getting on the train at the right time, as opposed to getting on the right train.

Personal hate for those who avoid explaining their words

"Loud, up there, back
there, all around us, he snickered. It snickered. Most of the time I thought of AM as
it, without a soul; but the rest of the time I thought of it as him, in the masculine ...
the paternal ... the patriarchal ... for he is a jealous people. Him. It. God as Daddy the
Deranged."
- I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream
by Harlan Ellison

what if they give you everything, make you profound in everything, all know-er but took the liberty to be creative with it? took the purpose away and leave you with just a question 'Why?"

stick to the image you're creating/showing of yourself

i was better off playing clash of clans while having coffee

the gun is not for kms, it's for robbery

"it was one-time thing"
"You missed out on a big opportunity"

- ok

something about history which is captivating, these modern or post punk society can never radiate.
i hate high rise buildings, brutalist and minimalist structures.
i hate corporations, managements and agencies
i hate conputers, internet and it's usecase
i hate connections
i hate all this cultures and trends
i hate every person who i see on footwalk
i hate people trying for validation everywhere
i hate idiots and pussies acting judgemental
i hate mediocrity
i hate dissolution of uniqueness
i hate death of creativity
i hate AI, and those who use it, who are okay with it
i hate speakers, earphones and music
i hate talking, telling and thinking
i hate those who bark so much
i hate those who have abandoned their mouths
i hate intellectualism, philosophy and humans
i hate those keep straight face
i hate cool people, hot people and beautiful people
i hate ugly people, fat people and frown people
i hate late sleepers
i hate early risers
i hate nights, days, afternoon and evening
i hate tea, juice and coffee
i hate my skin, my tongue and my eyes
i hate my handwriting, my hairs and my fingers
i hate corny people, snobby people and naive ones
i hate smart ones too just cause they are
i hate poems, writers and artist
and
i hate everything which makes me feel
i hate myself, i hate every inch of myself.

"population me bhi sbse aage, pollution me bhi sabse aage
dono PP se pakad ke fuck kr diya hai"

He withdrew, murmuring to hell with you.
And added, brightly, but then you're there, aren't you.

i wish you all smile, when your soul slips into insanity