The Riddle

I'm not much into electronica, but I really like this song by Gigi D'Agostino. Obviously not much by way of lyrics but it does have a maddeningly catchy refrain which sort of fits into this next piece of balderdash. So here goes...

Just when you've think that you've got life all figured out, fate does a polka and sends you awhirl again. You spin and spin and spin and when you finally come to rest it's all you can do to not totter into some corner and call it a night, which is what most of us end up doing anyway. The remaining few wait patiently for the world to come to an even keel before they venture out again in search of logic and sanity. Call it naivete, foolish optimism or just plain old mulishness, but that is the way to go. You don't let the cosmos fool around with you and take it lying down. No. You stay put and stare it down, ala John Wayne. It's highly likely that this will achieve absolutely zilch and leave you even more battered and bruised in the end. Men will jeer, women will titter and dogs and sundry animals will relieve themselves on your person. So what? It's either this or going around with you tail between your legs.

It's not a choice between a rock and a hard place. It's not even a choice. After God knows how many years of human evolution how can we even consider rolling it all back and revert to being mindless slugs! I came into this world to make a difference, to mark my presence on this ball of rock in towering letters of fire. I'm the butterfly burst forth from the chrysalis, the rose blossomed from the bud. I'm a thing of beauty, evanescent in existence but brilliant in radiance. I refuse to countenance the extinction of my dreams. I set my feet on this path a long time ago and I'll be damned if I let anyone shake me from it. This is what I live for. Without it I'm nothing.

The Sun Always Shines On T.V.

Decent song by a-ha. The title might not sound like something that might move you to tears, and frankly speaking it doesn't. It's for those moments when you just want to hear some music, any music, and don't really care about the peripheral words. The content, however, is in keeping with my thoughts at present, so I'll get in with it.

This is possibly one of the most random outpourings of gibberish that I have ever spewed out. In my defense this occurred after a perfectly horrible quiz and this was my way of venting. On the brighter side I came up with yet another universal theory of life. This one is called the B.O.T.S. Theory, i.e the "Bottom Of The Shitpile" Theory. The basic tenet of this marvelous piece of inductive reasoning is that if you are deep in it, you might as well stop cribbing and enjoy the torture, because things can get only so much worse and soon everything would be on the up and up. The following lines will further elucidate my masterpiece -

It's hot and humid
Smelly as a druid,
Sluggish slushy slime
Anything for a rhyme.
Life at its lowest ebb
Fly caught in the spider's web,
So what's the issue
Why the need for a tissue?
It can't get any worse
Voodoo, jinx or a mummy's curse,
The coaster loops up from here
So wipe away that stray tear.

'Cause there might be no light of day
But that stray gleam is not far away.

Psychobabble

Awesome song by Alan Parson's Project, and the only way I can see of describing the following ditty. So here goes -

Johnny Wacko went to town,
Everyone knew he's a great big clown.
Give him a bell, give him a whistle,
A load of dung and hand him a chisel.
For they all say he's a talented kid,
Only this can of worms has no lid.
He'll sing he'll dance he'll jump with joy,
Top him of with juice, he's a wind-up toy.
Watch him rant, watch him rave, watch him make a mess,
If only you'd got him a baby pink dress.
A word of warning, be ready for a scene,
He slangs, he curses, he can be quite mean.
Why does he do it, no one is in the know,
Just sit back, relax and enjoy the show!

King Of Fools

I don't think many people are going to disagree with this. My parents have made it pretty clear that I have the mental acuity of a retarded rabbit. And the way I have been acting these past few days is a testament to this. By the way, the song is by Poets of the Fall.

You know that little voice in the back of your head? The one that pipes up every now and then and gets you back on the straight and narrow? I think mine asphyxiated under the gunk that crowds my cranium. Time and time again I start the day with the firm resolve of not making an ass out of myself. And time and time again I end up taking idiocy to a whole new level. I'm the joker in the pack, and at some weird screwy level I'm friggin' enjoying it.

I always thought that I was a level-headed chap. Eccentric yes, but able to draw the line when required. Turns out I am not. I'm the biggest doodoohead this side of loony town. I act like an overactive chimp in a banana orchard, and God forbid I get liquor in my system! The only good thing that can be said about that happenstance is I always come up with new shit. Entertaining for all and sundry, but extremely embarrassing for yours truly.

Why do I get myself in these situations? It's not as if I want the attention. Far from it. I'm happy doing my own thing and don't need public affirmation of the same. And I'm certainly not that dumb. Quite a bit yes, but not this much. Then why? It's like I have a split personality, a Hyde dwelling inside my carcass who crops up at the most inopportune moments and defies any and every notion of sanity that civilization holds. It was fun for a while, but it's high time that I buckle down and get a grip. Things can't go on like this.

I'm not a kid anymore. No one is going to get my ass out of the sling. I have to realize that. Friends can help me only that much, beyond which I have to take the fall. It's a big bad world after all.