Author

Do not mistake my quite for dunce

for every second a new thought is formed

in my brain, it is stored

yes, just twist the dagger in a little more

as I moan in pain, I refuse to satisfy you with my tears

just a little air Oh just a tiny space

in there, a method to my madness

draft, review, finalize, and publish it all in your honor

they call it revenge but I call it Revenge

the author of your pain, will I be

and trust me I know how it ends

I wrote the book.

 

 

 

Set your comfort zone ablaze!!

Am as shy as they come, and I very much prefer writing than speaking. Recently, I have come to the awful realization that life does not give-two-flying-fuck on what you think suits you best. With such realization, I have consciously decided that if I ever have a choice between situations, I would pick the one that is most uncomfortable,and embrace a faux pas.

Proverbs!! are the isshh

 

   “however much the buttocks are in a hurry, they will always remain behind

  African proverbs are just cool, and have a lot of hidden meaning.

    A wise words mixed with a little bit of sass always tickles my interest. Proverbs are not new to me, but recently it has been more fascinating. I’ve always found people who  say “listen to your heart” and those obnoxious Disney cartoon that give kids unfounded hope on how their heart is all they should listen too extremely ridiculous. So, if i ever ask for an advice, instead of feeding me with a pile of Disney related phrasing about my heart, just throw a proverb my way and i will be blissful in my confusion.

“Before You go out with a widow, you must first ask her what killed the husband”

“A child can play with its mother’s breasts, but not its father’s testicles”

“When the mouse laughs at the cat, there is a hole nearby”

“It requires a lot of carefulness to kill the fly that perches on the scrotum”

“A goat’s frown cannot stop it from being taken to the market.”

Back! hopefully….


“I Wish I had time to do some leisure reading” I thought to myself as I was “supposedly” reading a text book in the 1442926112778library. I have been at it for three hours, and it didn’t seem like it was ending soon. You don’t need to posses the power of telepathy to know that I was not’ in anyway enjoying myself. After a paragraph or two I gaze off in oblivion. I was tired and board out of my brains, and my head was literally hurting. I had not read any book aside from school textbook in four month, and it was driving me real crazy. I looked at the stupid ‘Politics in America’ textbook that I was reading with so much detest. I engaged the textbook in a cordial, but hateful discussion with me doing most of the talking. It resulted to nothing. I still had to read the assigned chapters. Listen! when you start hating or talking to an inanimate object the crazy is real, and you need to give yourself break.

I don’t know what I was high on that made me think that I could go to school five days a week, and work second shift at the same time. Please, don’t be misinformed by my ranting above, I do like gaining knowledge and shoving it in the face of a particular pretentious uppity walking encyclopedia. Sarcasm aside! I do like  school and classes and I try my very best to be the better I can be. Working and schooling is very exhausting, and it leaves no room for leisure or enough sleep but i guess being busy all the time kept me very concentrated with my studies because at the end of the semester I got straight A’s.

Now that school is out I am ready to continue pouring out all the rubbish that comes to mind (edited, of course). So please indulge me  while am out and about.