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Posted by ronrage9 | Posted in | Posted on 11:45 PM

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hark.
we are a blend of over-riding fortunes. 

There is acid…and then there is the rest!

Posted by ronrage9 | Posted in | Posted on 7:46 AM

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You know you are on it, you know you can feel its rush by the back of your ears while you are standing up against the massive rush of wind against your face. The smell of a highway is not the one a lone man easily forgets, it’s like a home to his heart.  You are on it and the road as well. No fabrications around, the only blur you are to witness is the blur around you. The faster you are, the easier the things get! The nicotine smell in your fingers is not a bother anymore. 

You think you have done enough before setting off for the road. But it’s never enough, that’s the tricky part about breathing the same airs as the road, sharing the same time with it. As much as you love moving forward, irrespective of your direction, the thought of ‘she’ in the back of your head grows on you, you know it’s happening slowly and gradually yet, you have no option but to succumb to this numb aura of self-criticizing sickness! They leave, they always do! You cannot count the number of times you have had to go through this, yet the ‘hope’ fucks you up. And it fucks you up bad. 

Funny thing about highway, you feel when in rush that you are venting you anger killing the gazillion flies coming at you, chasing the ‘bright’ in your headlights. But little that people know is that they are creating small vents to your being. Small vents, like a leach sucking blood out of your marrow trying to break down your hindsight, slowly but effectively. And you fail to understand, an endeavour well put by a million small living souls cannot go wrong, cannot be in vain. May be for our own good, but who is to know when your good takes over your zest to grab a stone and hit your fate trying to grab another chance at that ‘someone’. Didn’t I mention before, hope fucks you up bad? And then you are seeking shelter for your sick self, so when you are desperately seeking to grow in that direction, you realise elevating yourself to a higher plain could almost fetch you the same shell. The fun part kick starts and you start looking for that one number in your phonebook which is never really saved as a ‘name’ name, I mean if you thought you coded it well, you must know that it’s probably the easiest clue to pick.

There is acid…and then there is the rest! Rest is good; rest is what every northerner looking to head west is after and is on, but not many are in the ‘league’. This league does not restrict to demography, cause there are never any boundaries when you enter the world of spiritual happiness and people who are far below looking at you, are busy laughing at you and shouting aloud things about your mother. Well but when you are in the A-game, you are a philanthropist and are beyond the reach of such verbal and visual irregularities which normally hits you in your head and heart. But leagues are for those who consider a just a day-- inconsistent, a bad day in layman’s terms. Am not that, a bad day subscribes ‘fuck me’ magazine for a mere 24 hours, a mere rotation around the sun, but when one’s 23 revolutions around the sun seem meaningless, where does a man go? Am probably a bit high to write such non-sense, but a basic human tendency is to have faith. Faith in the world around you, faith in yourself and more importantly as they as say, faith in a superior power but where does one go if all these rituals seem bleak to someone! For they have had enough already, they have seen much of the world and have come to a conclusion that everything around is hostile. Am not proud, but am well in that set of living souls!
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