One last cigarette

Prick, the first word that came to my mind when I woke up at 2pm in the afternoon. I realised I'm in a frigging financial crunch, like what, spending a half a lakh bucks since april this year; ain't look like a big deal for a couch-potato millionaire, but it is for me. Yup, myself. I would wanna reframe myself. A banana who's been peeled off his skin and left to rot out in the sahara desert.

But here I am, as worse as the situation could be, and I am not helping it get any better. I feel the world looking down on me and showing me of being unworthy to everything in my life. I don't get any of this. I don't even understand why I am writing this friggin' blog. Oh, now I realise that it is only in the direst of circumstances that I write such blogs. And I hope that one day, I, myself will be reading this blog someday, contemplating that rash actions I took in my now-wasted life.

I almost seem to have forgotten why I began to write this blog. So, I'm sweaty(haven't taken a bath for the last two days), itchy(all bitchy mosquitoes and insects here), lost(no comments) and wasted(for the very first time, am realising it) and I'm intently staring down to this one last cigarette wondering where all this time went by. Have you ever thought that this small friggin' thing might actually put such random thoughts into your mind. I getting off really crazy here and I can hear myself explicitly saying,' I'm stoned for a lifetime.'

P.S. Am watching Entourage, first season, on a roll, and it's awesome and shitty, cuz it makes me want to wanna have a life like that, that i now believe isn't true anymore.

But what of the last cigarette???

The distant ship's smoke on the horizon

The distant white light seemed to be over-flowing, rather overwhelming me as soon as I let down my defences. My eyes were unable to fight the arrows of light from very distant source of white light. Some random person had once prophesized that at the end of the era, you will witness armageddon followed by the glimpse of the only way to Heaven after that - The Final Path of Oblivion. I never believed that man's words, thought it was just the bullshit any friggin old man would givýa, yet here I was in the unpredictable situation. I thought it was rather too early, but even so that path is inevitable.

Suddenly, a thunder struck with a powerful electric shock that I felt, surge through my entire body. It was through the music of a truly extraordinary shock that -

"One of these days,

Things will never say,that,

Tomorrow never comes,

when you say nothing at all, when it becomes so,

Complicated.

Yet, you feel so,

Comfortably Numb,

Time,
will slip away, but you still keep,

High Hopes.

How I, Wish You were Here,

running at the,

Speed of sound,

Surrounding me, everywhere,

Yellow.

When she asks you for,

Cocaine,

Won't get fooled again,

you reply, and you tell her to,

Die Another Day.

I've got a name,

R.E.S.P.E.C.T , it,

Anything else but You,

I don't wanna be,

Chasing Pavements.

And Finally,

This is what I feel,

'On a Dark, Desert Highway,

Cool Wind in my Hair,

Warm smell of Colitas,

Rising up though the air,

Wishing to go the distance,

I go to M.T,

jus what I do in this stance,

I just wanna sut D.

But the music drives me crazy,

I don't wanna go too deep

I makes me sight go hazy,

Jus really need some sleep.'

- Deadman undisputed.

Nandato!!!!"

There, I really did think I had a guitar. But how did I really come to this pinch. I didn't plan to be dope. But wait there is sill hope,

or was it,

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just a puff of smoke.

And there I go, again.

"Hello, Hello, is there anybody in there..............