It’s A Long Way To The Top If You Wanna’ Rock & Roll!

 

It’s a long way to the top if you wanna Rock&Roll!

 

What the fuck is wrong with you people? I am asking this assuming, some of you might know.

Don’t you have something better to do?

 

How about television? Common, don’t be shy. It is your favorite pastime.

Not today.

Did no one make plans with you? Go to some movie or a little shopping, a little clubbing maybe. No?

That bad. Hmmm.

You can play some games, they are pretty involving. You can listen to those stupid tracks saved in your phone, you call it music. Check your FB, maybe post a selfie on INSTA. These things matter.

Isn’t that right?

You can always color your hair. Try that new shampoo you bought after seeing that commercial. Groom yourself a little. Get those yellow stained teeth cleaned. You not going to look any younger or any better. But try.

You can always sleep. I am an insomniac since the age of 14: The day I first saw a pair of titties. A 40-year-old milf neighbor showed me the doors to heaven. You call it child sex abuse. At my time, it was called fun.  Haven’t had any sleep since that day. But you love sleeping. Don’t you?

If you are hell bent on reading this, I must warn you. Nothing would change. You would read this, appreciate, get enlightened. And then the very next evening, you would go and buy something more entertaining. Who reads books? You do not get laid by reading books. Be honest.

They call me Goat-boy. I am a musician. No, no!

They call me Goat-boy. I am an artist. Oh, shit, no!

My name is Goat-boy. I am a recovering sex addict. Fuck this shit!

Okay, so my name is Goat-boy. I am diagnosed with chronic Insomnia. I am also a recovering sex addict. I play guitar. Shit man!

My name is Jack. I am an artist. Maybe. Maybe not.

But I like calling myself one. I create music, at least try to. I am not too good at what I do but seeing the current logistics, who is? Is Trump a good president?

You only need to be good to do great things: To make money, mediocrity does the trick. Look at you, you make money and good is a very distant expression for you. You are shitty and clumsy but still, you make good money. Don’t you?

I never wanted to be a musician but an interesting mix of life events landed me the trade.

 I won’t admit that it was easy but yes it wasn’t so tough either. My doctor asked me to channelize my sexual energy into something more meaningful than watching porn and wanking. He suggested me to try writing, painting, dancing… I thought a lot. None of these people get laid, a lot.

Writers, they are fucking sex starved delusional.

Painters, they are fucking sex starved crazies.

Dancers, they got no energy left to fuck.

Rock stars, You know the glamour. You would get laid, why won’t you? You are a Rock- star!

So I thought to try my hands on creating some original rock music. Apart from playing music, I also enjoy burning shit.

“Burn It To The Ground”

I was listening to the Radio. Nickelback was playing. Music always pleases me. It makes the voices in my head go away. You should also listen to music. But just wanted to advise you that, “Char bottle Vodka, Kaam uska roz ka” (Four bottles of Rum, Bitch drinks every day…. Please show me how she pukes and shits d pain away.) is not music. These lyrics are not thoughtful. If you listen to this kind of music, I am sure your God would save you. The same God whose idols you purchase for $50 at your nearest place of religious communion – A shopping mall!

I focused on the lyrics.

Well it’s midnight, damn right, we’re wound up too tight
I’ve got a fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me
Oh
That shit makes me bat shit crazy
We’ve got no fear, no doubt, all in balls out

We’re going off tonight
To kick out every light
Take anything we want
Drink everything in sight
We’re going till the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight

Suddenly doctor “UD” came. So, our doctor, an unattractive male in his 40’s, never got married. He got laid the first time when he was 28 years old and got his first job. That too because the nurse had a bad breakup and wanted a rebound. A decent doctor worked for her.

Now, he always had an issue with nervous ticks.

For the STUPID: Nervous ticks, are involuntary muscle movements caused by stress and anxiety.

Doc: Goat-boy, You know why you here?

Me: Yes sir.

Doc: Then you also know that if you do not stop lighting fire to financial institutions, they would send you to a prison. They are only acting patient with you because of your fan following.

Me: No problem. I would light the prison on fire. Lighting fire is my passion. I like it.

Doc: No. It’s a medical condition. You are a delusional and an Arsonist. You need medical attention.

Me: Okay Sir. As you say. But did you ever think why I only burn Financial institutions?

UD: Tell me!

Me: Financial institutions make money. Money is historically an emergent market phenomenon establishing a commodity money, but nearly all contemporary money systems are based on fiat money.[4] Fiat money, like any check or note of debt, is without use value as a physical commodity. It derives its value by being declared by a government to be legal tender; that is, it must be accepted as a form of payment within the boundaries of the country, for “all debts, public and private”. (For the stupid – Money is just a piece of paper and it has no value because it has no great saying or quote written over it. It’s abso-fuckin-lutely of no value.)

UD: Got it. Now make sure you buy your prescription from the shop outside. And also book the next week’s visit by paying $250 advance. Get well soon, Goatboy. We love you! 😊

Let’s get naked and run through the Jungle!

Let’s get naked and run through the Jungle!

 

A thought just came to my mind. A minute ago. Let’s get naked and run through the Jungle. I know what you are thinking, “Aa gaya pagla phir se.” (Here comes the crazy again.) But then in my defense, I have all the facts with me. Please hear me out for two minutes. I won’t rob you off your wealth. Corporations and religions are for that purpose. I just need two minutes, please. And also, “Insanity is just a state of mind like sanity. Who knows who’s what? I certainly don’t (#mostdef)”

My question to you is, “Why not?” We are clothed and civilized because we are supposedly social beings. But are we? I don’t see many social things being done around. I just see few people making money and others buying the goods made and sold by them. Then I also see Television, (fuck Television – the kind you watch. I watch RT.com), which has a propaganda content airing 24/7*365. Everywhere they teach you how to buy things and how to make money to buy em. No one teaches you to achieve freedom and not to willingly submit to slavery. A wise man said –

Don’t let the ones that want to steal your dreams 
They’ll steal your dreams away 
Just laugh and let it go 

So you’ve tried to pass along your doubt 
Oh you need somebody’s ears to hear you shout 
All your wasted and days and twisted ways are up 
So now it’s time to see the cards you dealt 

Don’t let the ones that want to steal your dreams 
They’ll steal your dreams away 
Just laugh and let it go 

A wise one said. Not me. I am the crazy one. So, the point being made is, “What’s the point of a consumerist society?” Why fight for it’s thriving? Let it perish and rot away in oblivion. Let’s just orchestrate a Phoenix event. (In the historical record, the Phoenix could symbolize renewal in general as well as the sun, time, the Empiremetempsychosisconsecrationresurrection, life in the heavenly ParadiseChristMaryvirginity, the exceptional man, and certain aspects of Christian life”.[3]). We no longer need to buy things. All of us who want things to change and pave way for a better tomorrow, Let’s just sell our possessions. Buy a ton of books. Buy a backpack. Burn our identifications. Become no one. Because “It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.”

“Let’s be a part of the great Rainbow Family. Let’s get naked and run through the Jungle!”

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Old Vices In A New Age Packaging

I know I’m going to offend a few people but since this was never a popularity contest for me, I’m NOT going to mince words.
Let’s begin by acknowledging the simple fact that we are knee – deep in the slimy swamp of consumerism.  We’re interested today in making money and spending it. The ‘mantra’ is simple, ‘Earn money, ’cause if you don’t you’re a loser & then buy stuff you can do without! That’s it. No longer do young parents talk to their children about morals or values.. It’s all about good scores, bigger schools,better degrees,good career choices, all of which lead to but one thing, MONEY.
Money is our value system and all our decisions are largely based on making it or spending it. This is a result of certain calculated socio – political movements, of course.. Movements like feminism for example. What started as something noble like women’s suffrage and employment has now been hijacked by feminists demanding supremacy under the guise of equality which has led to higher divorce rates,confused gender roles,broken families, a moolah oriented social system, degradation of moral values, overt sexual projection of men and women through media etc.
But what bothers me the most is, the fact that this is not something that’s simply happening to a few people, it’s something that’s being sold to us each day, every day. We’re being conditioned to accept this as the new way of life and are constantly being taught that the aftermaths are just aberrations. No they’re not. The aftermath is the only result possible. Period. The west has fallen prey to this in a full fledged manner for instance,LGBT alliances were recently legalized in the USA. All 50 states. We saw the world celebrating.
Now, I am not against individuals making choices for themselves. I firmly believe that it’s nobody’s business what two consenting adults wish to indulge in behind closed doors. What I do not appreciate is being told that this is ‘normal’ & that there’s something wrong with me if I personally do not accept this concept. I detest overt display of something that is supposed to be private, smeared across each wall I turn to, each channel I switch to, each book I read, every where I see.
And, call me a bigot,a hater,inhuman, insane whatever but I genuinely DO NOT BELIEVE that people can be BORN gay!  Sorry, but not really!  Most homosexuals confess to having relations with BOTH men and women so it absolutely is a choice of lifestyle rather something innate. Also, some even confess to being physically abused as children, or report that they were exposed to such kind of sexual orientation & activity at an early age & this was the only correct choice presented to them in some cases.
How is this  ‘genetic wiring’?
Some go as far as to claim that every 1 out 10 individuals is naturally gay! Really?
The numbers alone don’t add up!
We just don’t have enough closets to hide such a huge LGBT community and with most out of the proverbial closet anyway, that claim has to be debunked
There is NO actual scientific data that supports the fact that people are naturally gay.
Also, this is something that’s been rubbed into our conscious from a long time as acceptable.
What bothers me though is,where do we draw the line?
There’s a news clipping that shows 13 schools in Seattle, are offering 11 year old girls IUDs WITHOUT parental consent!  Children are being taught about incest and lesbianism in schools. And the parents CANNOT opt out.
You see the point of the feminist movement, was for the state to be able to tax the entire population as opposed to the prior 50% in the workforce and to render children without a caring guardian so that they turn to the state for any kind of guidance. That’s why the Rockefeller foundation funded it in the first place. And they’re achieving their end in America and we like idiots are following suit.
Take for instance the Cambridge conference report, that states pedophilia is normal among males
The day is not away, when people would already be comfortable with this perverted mindset, and accept it into their lives, legal systems and societies.
Remember, all evil in the world today happens in the name of love, unity, equality and peace. And it’s not a new phenomena too. We’re being served an old dish in a new platter.So be vigilant and understand why something is happening before praising or condemning it by what it seems on the outside before we’re left left in a state of spiritual starvation.

The Illusion Of Time & The Certainty Of A Watch

Hey! Nik here! How have you been? I’m about to share with you something that happened 3 years ago on my birthday. To me, birthdays are just like any other day. I can never get my head around the concept of celebrating ’em. I honestly don’t understand what the fuss is all about. Things don’t change in your life because of some magical number on the calendar  or because you grew a year older. You grow through experience & everyday is an experience so in essence anytime you learn something new you ‘grow’. But that’s just me.

And then there’s is my sister who, by her own estimate & understanding, loves me deeply. There was a time i did too but you know things change, memories fade away, you meet new people and then you just stop caring about old things. Yeah, that sounds really awful but again that’s just me. Now my sister is very fond of birthdays, and doesn’t matter what part of the world she is in, she would always come and see me on my b’day.
And lady of interest at the time, was crazy about birthdays too. Almost as if a birthday was her last day on earth and she wanted to make the most of it.
Just like the birthdays, I never understood the concept of time. Time is just a state of mind. And the idea of wearing a watch is so horrible, i would do anything to avoid it. But i somehow developed this fixation on this fossil time piece. It seemed like  a unique piece of jewel and i so wanted to own it. I shared my feelings with her. She thought of it as a hint for a b’day gift. Finally arrives that day and i accompany her to a store to buy this watch.
I try and share my ideology with her regarding time and explain to her how time plays no role in our lives. Its just a notion in our head and in reality this entire universe wouldn’t be able to survive if time was for real. Its just another effective measure of mind control. We can only be free when we stop believing in time. She feigned interest in my monologue on time, nodded her head every now & them, and just asked one question.
“Do you want the watch or not?”

Well, there’s a difference in ‘want’ & ‘need’. If she would have asked if I ‘need’ the watch or not, I would have said a straight out no. But she asked whether I ‘wanted’ it… And we want all sorts of things we don’t really need. So I said yes! Besides, what’s the point of avoiding strapping something around your wrist that helps you perceive something that doesn’t exist?
We stepped into the store. I saw that knowing grin on the face of that conman, the sales guy! My soul was shouting slogans against consumerism and insanity. But nonetheless it was a beautiful watch. I took it. We celebrated my  b’day. And this was the only part where i get to have fun. Pure fun.
But for a very long time i felt uneasy. Whenever my arms moved, i could hear that watch and it started to drive me crazy. I already am quite dysfunctional & out there and if something starts to trigger within me, i just get fucking mad.
After the b’day enthusiast left, i stared at that watch for several minutes. It was in such rush, moving constantly, ticking, running, God knows where? And from what? It just ran and ran and ran in all fucking directions. I just couldn’t take it anymore and i said  ‘stop mother fucker’. Next thing i know, it was lying on the floor, a crack in the screen. I picked it up, it had stopped. And i felt an orgasmic relief.
I still thought it was pretty. It said fossil and looked exactly the same minus all the annoyance.
I was  happy. I called a cab and went to see my sister. I was really keen on meeting her.  It was late. I reached home, she was sitting there, waiting for me. She saw me and said ‘What time is it?’. I looked at my watch and i looked at her. She looked at my watch and she looked at me. She said, ‘Seems like you broke your watch. Don’t worry, lets cut the cake. I would get you a new one tomorrow.”

 

A Weekend Opposite The Pinnacle Of Shit’ness – A Shopping Mall

DAY 1

Took a shower, got dressed

Walked towards the nearest

Liquor shop!

 

A sign hung – ‘DRY DAY’

My throat slid away

Thirsty I wandered

dazed & confused

bought a few goods & felt good.

 

Above was the sky & a moon

I was below, maybe under

Saw happy faces

eating shit …

I too got my receipt.

 

The sky blasted

came down thunder

I ran away

denying my blunder

 

DAY 2

Took a shower, got dressed

Walked towards the nearest

Liquor shop!

 

No sign, bought wine

came home,

wrote a poem!

And drank , and drank

And drank , and drank

To the lost, to the lost

To the lost, to the lost

And they ask,

“Why do you drink Nik?”

A “Let’s Buy Nothing” Day !

Hey Honey!

Let’s buy nothing today…

Let there be no pizza box

No shopping bag full of branded clothes

No alcohol in glasses tall

No ‘extra’ pair of high heel shoes

No box of condoms ‘just in case’

No fairness face pack on your face

Let’s try being human just this once

&

Donate , not Spend

’cause there’s a world of difference

in gluttony & hunger

one is a rich man’s luxury

the other, a poor man’s sin

but we are neither rich nor poor

what we have is ‘just right

so if we save up our extra spends

a child may not sleep hungry tonight.

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