I’m finally back. After 4 months I’ve decided to write another chapter on my blog. Another perspective. It’s been a while since the Male Values were the next best thing on a love frustrated guy’s TO GET list. I’m back but for now I don’t feel like making anyone laugh. A giggle is always welcome but there are moments when even a clown needs time off. If you’d met up with me 2 months ago, I’d be as ecstasied as a teen just before having sex for the first time. I was happy. Now that I’m back in the real world, I don’t seem to know what reality actually is. Is it showing all your manhood by being a breathtaking dancer and getting as many girls into the sack as possible? Is it finally recognising that you can never rely on anyone but yourself to get the job done? Is it trying to be brave, when the two people you love most in the world are a thousand nautical miles away, aging and being beautiful and vibrant as ever while you get drunk? Is it telling your friends that they’re everlasting and then replacing them with others you just met? If all these things mean you’re alive, then I define my current state of awe as being purgatory. The sky is grey. Either that or it’s just the deflexion of my freshly shaved and scarred face. We spend so much time facing ourselves, trying to look better, stronger, and more charismatic, that we forget to flip the coin. Tails work on those that are not self centred and drastically beautiful. However, in our lust, features are all that matters. What we forget is that Venus is just as shallow.
I was admiring a plane the other day. In doing so I was in fact admiring man’s brilliance. I have always been bewildered by flight. The way tons of iron and steel welded together can face gravity is beyond anyone’s imagination. Maybe the reason why man hates life is the same reason why he hates maths. Reality, like maths, is all around us. We hate what we don’t understand, so we deprive ourselves of knowledge. Years later we miss the 1 million dollar question for 2 minutes of stupidity a decade earlier.
This leads me to the primates I share my air with. Most of them are the biggest scum the world had the embarrassment of breeding. They call themselves non racists and label me as one. All because I don’t hold others on pedestals and worship them all day long. I face blacks, whites, browns, blues, indigos, cucumber nosed, tuna faced all as equals, and thus for, I read them as such. I don’t sit Mugabe on a thrown and only then reach the conclusion that he is too high to ever be heard. Wake up people! I can’t be read like a pamphlet or a mini dictionary! I demand respect! Don’t underestimate me and above all don’t wrongly try to correct me in my native tongue. EVER!
We can only prepare for a storm before the rain. When the sky turns grey it’s too late to act. Being the worst in Europe can rapidly turn to the worst in a planetary scale. Be aware. The first drops are falling.
I was admiring a plane the other day. In doing so I was in fact admiring man’s brilliance. I have always been bewildered by flight. The way tons of iron and steel welded together can face gravity is beyond anyone’s imagination. Maybe the reason why man hates life is the same reason why he hates maths. Reality, like maths, is all around us. We hate what we don’t understand, so we deprive ourselves of knowledge. Years later we miss the 1 million dollar question for 2 minutes of stupidity a decade earlier.
This leads me to the primates I share my air with. Most of them are the biggest scum the world had the embarrassment of breeding. They call themselves non racists and label me as one. All because I don’t hold others on pedestals and worship them all day long. I face blacks, whites, browns, blues, indigos, cucumber nosed, tuna faced all as equals, and thus for, I read them as such. I don’t sit Mugabe on a thrown and only then reach the conclusion that he is too high to ever be heard. Wake up people! I can’t be read like a pamphlet or a mini dictionary! I demand respect! Don’t underestimate me and above all don’t wrongly try to correct me in my native tongue. EVER!
We can only prepare for a storm before the rain. When the sky turns grey it’s too late to act. Being the worst in Europe can rapidly turn to the worst in a planetary scale. Be aware. The first drops are falling.
