I don't know if you can make a cloth out of them,but they surely can hide the obvious holes in your cloth.

I see two friends shaking hands,one holding the matchbox and the other,the sticks.
I see two enemies smiling back at each other. Are they trying to reconcile? Oh,please! Stop them. They're the purest creatures now.

So the experiment began. First,the stuff from the brain was deleted and then the stuff from the stomach was deleted. But the stuff from both the locations were preserved into the recycle bin.

A whole plate of cow-dung brought forth. He devoured them like hell,like it was the best food he had ever had.

Now,the stuff of his brain was restored into his system from the recycle bin. But the stomach was emptied once again.

Again a plate of dung brought forth. Man scoffs and frets saying,"Fuck you! I don't need a shithole. I need food."

Why can't I make my own proverbs and use them if they make sense?

Why can't the whore worship her profession if that earns her money?

So it's either of the the two when you've created something new. To them it's either god's grace or you did the job unknowingly. I know what you're thinking,that do you even exist!

I always keep having this feeling,that someone from the above is always watching us. What we're going through or doing is but a joke to him.

If you're ugly,you're beautiful. Keep doing your beautiful work.

The inverse too works fine.

That man had a lot of things to say to the world. He is used to make quotes by himself. But who is so nuts to go through the quotes of such a person? He found a way out. He started dancing. He danced and danced and danced and danced and danced! He mastered dancing! He made fans millions of fans. He stopped dancing. He got back to the quotes.

No not about solving problems this time. The drunken jerk sees the booze-bottle as a bottle of art. Is that a problem,anyway?

I'm dying of cold. Give me my jacket. The one that says "SARCASM" in it's print.

Gaga about Gaga

Once there was a school which had only one class and only one single row in that class. The front part of the row comprised of good guys,the first-bencher being the best. The rear half of the row,obviously,had bad people,the last one being the worst. As we move towards the middle we see the degree of goodness gradually goes on decreasing,same is the case with the degree of badness. In other words,we only find indifferent people on the midway.

During the off-periods,the good people would engage themselves into creative things such as writing,singing,drawing etc. On the other hand,the bad people would play "truth and dare".And there dares would have no limits. No matter what they did to carry out their dares,the good people would always end up being the victims. This would often lead to brawls which would not end until the teacher showed up.


Feeling the desperate need of peace and harmony in the class,the teacher came up with a plan. She split the row into two halves. The rear half was asked to make a new row beside the,newly made,good row. So,the one who was at the last bench would be at the first bench,the 2nd last would be the 2nd and so on. Finally,she made the first-benchers of each row,the representatives of their respective rows. The ones who were at the middle had no function in the class.

Moral of the story:

"I'd rather be hated or loved,than remain unnoticed. Indifference is scary."-Lady Gaga.