Wordpress

Owing to the recent issues i've been having with Blogger, I decided to switch to Wordpress. Everything else remains the same, please redirect to my new blog. I might post here as well, so don't delete this link just as yet however my primary focus shall be Wordpress.

Angel

It's funny how similar the pattern of love is to insanity remarks the Merovingian. I agree; Yet I concur faith in that insanity.
That moment in which one understands what Marvin means when he says "She smells like angels ought to smell." Or when you can smell her hair and understand what Poets have been writing for ages. Or when you watch her sleep and know how a mother feels for her baby.
A Dame to Live for... A Dame to Die for... A Dame to kill for... A Dame to be Killed for.
Dame... Damn.

Monetarious Maximus

I always try to tell myself that making money is a thing simple enough. Every time I look at people around me, the feeling only gets reinforced. The only trouble is the standards I've set for myself - to be paid for enjoying what I do, doing what I love doing and doing it magnificiently well.
Darn it, even that forms a very wide gamut of options... Sigh.
Anyways, I was reading about the millionaire who's behind the publishing house "Dennis". The entire fortune is based almost singularily on the success of the most sold men's Magazine around the globe - Maxim. Dennis was in shambles till Maxim happened about a decade ago... then Maxim happened.
Like Dennis, Should I start by getting me into a jail first?

Intinerant

Being on the run gives me a supercilious feeling. Even if I may not be doing anything worthwhile, I feel at comfort with myself if I'm just doing something. I might be running around from door to door, from pillar to poles, even in circles. I need to be running.

Flogger

Another day. And there I was, trying to hide away from it all. The questions, the mess, the prospects, the ideas, the speech; everything. Not wanting to bother to scream. Waiting and waiting and waiting. "Everyone saying different things to me, different things to me."

JVN

Math in itself is probably one of the most beautiful languages, the best of mathematicians being no less than poets. Jon Von Neumann was probably one of the undermined ones. The anecdotes of his life nonetheless have very interesting silhouettes of his mind which was no less beautiful than any other I've admired. There are various opinions about an incident which proves the sheer brutal power of that beautiful brain. Nothing notable till I ask you to find the biggest square you can fit in a quarter circle, inscribe a circle in it and so on...
One could directly dedudce that the biggest square would have 'r' as the diagonal. Or you could do what I did...
Did JVN smile wherever he was? I sure was grinning for one.
(Forgive me for being uber-bumptious; I love it.)

Memento

You wake up, it's been barely 20 minutes that the sleep got better of you. Seems like hours; maybe days... months all together.
And then it dawns, you have a condition you bugger.
Now that there was a plain faced lie. I don't have 'a' condition. I have conditions. Come to think of it, everyone who has a story to tell has a condition; If their condition allows them to; that is. Yes, but that is not what this is about; no it ain't.
This here is when you can open your eyes and your body behaves like a god-damnedcomputer. It jerks up but one at a time. Like a system regaining it's powers, going through checks and bringing itself up. Maybe it's the fatigue; could be the desperation; could be even worse.
But it ain't. it's just my condition.
My condition.
That god forsaken condition.