Tuesday, 25 August 2009

The Baby Delusion



Shudder do I at the thought of reproduction
Prospective parents and their debilitating delusion
Believing their children are the miracle of immortality
When gene-perpetuation is, ironically and evidently,
A hopeless repetition of man's inevitable self-destruction

Saturday, 22 August 2009

If I were a dog, I would have chased my tail

Being a woman as opposed to a bored pet dog (I would've said cat, but I can't imagine a cat ever being bored. They just always seem to find stuff to do) I have, in the last three and half hours

- Read a bit of Mrityunjaya
- Done email related things (including deleting my spam messages. It's a compulsive, neurotic thing I must do)
- Read a Spanish newspaper online
- Google-d places of interest
- Stared out the window while contemplating existence (my own and in general)
- Had a headache
- Drunk earl grey tea to soothe myself
- Watched Friends for the hundredth time, and still laughed at the jokes
- Got annoyed by stupid, noisy British youth hanging out outside the house (which led me to reflect on how completely un-relatable I find certain groups of persons)
- Missed things
- Written this post to satisfy a craving for writing something unlikely to lead to introspection or changes in mood

Friday, 21 August 2009


She wept and wept from morn to night &
Soon shut up, lest she cause a fright
For those who couldn't find words to say
To soothe her when she was less-than-gay
And so it was day after day
Till death- a life of feigned delight

Monday, 10 August 2009

On marriage

Beyond thyself shalt thou build. But first of all must thou be built thyself, rectangular in body and soul...

...Not only onward shalt thou propagate thyself, but upward! For that purpose may the garden of marriage help thee!

...Marriage: so call I the will of the twain to create the one that is more than those who created it.
...The reverence for one another, as those exercising such a will, call I marriage.


...Far from me also be the God who limpeth thither to bless what he hath not matched!

- Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra