Castles In The Air

Sometimes, we yearn hopelessly for what we can't have. We pine away,withering physically and emotionally as our mind takes us on flights of fancy that transcend the borders of foolery.High up in our already doomed utopia,we build dreams...great towers,topped off by fantastic spinarets,looming castles built upon the foundations of our delicate emotions.Oft,none sees our beautiful creations but us.And we,the architects of such grand designs,live in these colossal buildings alone,revelling in the beauty of our creations.
But eventually,we feel the tremble of the ground-the dreaded enemy approaches!!Reality gallops towards us...battering rams rip into our gates...they fall to pieces like the cheap constructions they are. We flee to our bed chamber,fuming and screaming our wrath to the world-why?/Why??!! Everytime we build a castle,reality destroys it,and even now,he stands towering high above me,sword tip at my throat..a tricke of blood runs down my neck,gathering momentum as my veins gyrate with excess adrenaline beneath its rich red trail.
He offers me a truce,which I know all to well. "Live in reality,or I will put head on a pike for all to see-a lesson to all the utopians".As usual,I agree-pitiful and shameful,but deep in my dark heart unrepentance broods,like the a Titan locked beneath a fiery Hades.
We will rise again to build our great palaces. Candy soft strongholds of our infatuations.Some will eventually tire,and live in reality-some will have their eyes plucked out and vermin masticate their brains,as their heads rot on long retributal pikes.
But the ruins of the Castles still stand.

Castles in the air

EYE CONTACT

Ever walked down a long corridor and saw someone attractive walking down the oppesit end? Just the two of you. Assuming the other isn't deep in thought,both of you usually make eye contact early,like when u can hardly see the whites of the other persons eyes. You mentally prepare yourself.For what? Well,to make eye contact,I suppose...or to say "Hi" depends on the individual in question.
Unfortunately,as this attractive sillhouette come draws close you realize-damn!! he/she is really hot!! Then something happens.You break eye contact and look away.The person screws up.Just when you come close enough,you raise your downcast eyes to say something and the person just gives a weak lifeless smile-a minimalist muscular grimace that last a milisecond,but sends all kinds of messages to your brain. "what a bitch/bastard!!" "insecure" ,"preoccupied",etc.
Actually it isn't the persons fault.Its your fault.Dumbass.
Next time you walk down a street,corridor,road,path and you see an attractive person,lock eye contact from the get go. I mean just grab one eye and don't let go. And smile. I guarantee you'll get a smile back...or a trashing-either way,you learnt something new,eh?
And we sit with our friends and bitch about how people don't notice us,and go about getting all kinds of self esteem issues based on that premise. When you don't make eye contact with people you interact with in daily situations,how the hell do you expect them to "notice" you,or acknowledge you?
Make wicked eye contact with anyone you feel a connection to-attraction,whatever. Use discretion.
I need to sleep....

Sometimes, people can annoy themselves to death.Or rather -other people have the capacity to annoy you to death. What??? Well, you're having a nice chat with someone,and they suddenly bring up a topic that you dread,a subject you murdered and buried in your backyard. And here they are turning from cute puppy to rabid mongrel digging up decomposing body parts in your yard.Now,I know annoying is a mild description for such behaviour,but how else to describe it?
What do you do when that happens? Do you shoo the dog away? "shoo!! shoo!! dirty dog!!",or do you load ur 9mm and empty a round of lead hollow tips into the flea bitten scavenger? yah,you guessed right. Blast the bitch. Its your business and no one except the police and the plumbing company has the right to dig around in your backyard.Stick to a topic or stay the fuck off my property.Bitch

" I need a dude with tha wickedest slam
a 1,2,3, holla man"
-Ms Thing

I watched the Beenie Man's video for the song "Dude' and its come to reinforce another blatant theory I stubbornly refuse to appretiate. Its the three second rule. If a hotass Jamaican chick can imply that a three second rule follower has the "wickedest slam",then there must be something seriously wrong with me. I fulfil the former part of the lyric,but the latter is an action that constantly eludes me.
Whats so difficult about getting up and approaching once you've decided that a woman is attractive and approachable? Nothing. Which is exactly why even the best Don Juans screw up basic approaches. I've lost count of the times I hesitated past the three second mark and found myself floundering in the deep septic pools of uncertainty and as wussiness.
I wish I was a Dancehall reggae star. That way I could belt out lyrics in paqua to a dancehall riddim that boun' to get all dem gyals gwan crazy for I an I.Speaking of dancehall reggae stars,Beenie man is a skinny bastard,yet he gets all the chicks,which means he follows the "1,2,3 holla" rule. This is the ultimate proof that anyman who follows the 3 second rule without fail will eventually become a skinny jamaican singer with loads of cash and a bright red mercedes convertible.

"Your eggs exploded in the Kitchen.
You must clean this up-
It stinks"

Reading the note left by my housemate flung me into paroxyms of unquenchable laughter.The eggs really did explode. I left them on boil and went off with herbert for a much anticipated game of capoeira,oblivious of the shock that would greet the next visitor to the kitchen.Hangovers really do have a profound effect on my memory,which is already bad enough. Five beers and copious amounts of whiskyis the limit from now on- I felt the "ding!!" about five seconds after I realized I was dancing with a young,albeit unattractive lady who just got married.Did I say unattractive? I meant fugly. Thats it,I've drawn the line. No more dancing with married ugly chicks,no more eating snowballs at 3.34am,no more assisting drunk Croatians and no more crushing bud lite cans against my head.Goodnite

Kris
Too late it is oft acknowledged,
Just as a warrior is cut and bled

So shall the weilder of the Kris be led,
To the point from whence none has ever fled.

Where a righteous heart shall fear no guilt,
Where sin lays heavy upon no hilt.

Who can deny the mujarad scabbard,
Sang about by many a bard

For he who cuts with evil motive
Shall earn a wound most retributive

Before damascened steel has made its cut,
And evil doers have fell to rot,

We shall come to see deaths great kiss,
Caress the sweet potency of the Kris

It doesn't matter how hard u try to fight it. Its hopeless.You'll never win. Not in this world.You'd have to go insane to win. They're more bastards than you can imagine pulling u down,than there are friends trying to help u up. There's always a friend that stab u in ur weakest spot and wrench the knife simply because he/she has to fulfil some sadistic prejudice,that can't be helped.
And they'll do it the moment u let ur guard down...the moment u need caring,support and a nice,warm hug,u get brutally stabbed. Seriously...sometimes thinking of a warm hug,just brings tear to your eyes,cos u just don't know who to trust enough to give you one...and it really,really sucks,because you feel so alone.U try to calm urself with the comforting thought that You have yourself to support you,but u know deep down,that you soo need that hug...u give ur friends another shot,but they begin to excuse themselves and explain their prejudices...then someone tops it off by calling u a deragatory name...the "N" word or the "C" word,or whatever.And that fucking makes your day...
When that happens you need to just bitchslap urself for think so negatively,drink a glass of water to stop dehydration, make a mental note never to drink again,take a long piss and go to sleep.Why? Well, tomorrow is gonna be great that why,fool!!! Its going to be warm,sunny,and oh so beatiful for you...you can hardly wait,now can you?