poemsworth

The moment the pillow touched his head, he passed into a coma. No sound, no erratic behavior, just peaceful sleep. "And now for something completely different." Wouldn't it be nice to hear that sentence? After weeks devoid of dreaming, one starts yearning. To close your eyes and be off, living in the afterlife. But.. then I'd be rambling incoherently about dreams.

Nice clean (un)hindered fun, a concept, nay! a way of life that's being lost on me! (is lost on us! alas Mr J) It's always fun and games, till that one incident, however mundane or trivial that triggers the realization, "shit! what's happening! why are these people laughing and singing and dancing!, why isn't anyone bothered about the horrible music, the uninteresting and trivial talk running rampart among them!", while you're sitting there thinking about the inhibitors in a human mind and the elevated states of consciousness...  you hate the people for being that way.. you hate yourself for secretly wanting to be that way.. then when you se