Rough, Tough and Ready to bluff....

If i had to write a story about my life so far, i am going to run out of patience before i even manage to describe half of it, because my life is not a sum total of ell the events that have happened. It is a sum total of all the realistic imaginations that my mind has directed over a period of time with a few dashes of actuality. The pretentious surrounding that i have enveloped myself is, is truly nothing short of Pan's Labyrinth.

'So when i was a boy, i decided to become weird."
"Every man is an island"
"I want to experience more and restrict less"
Every single day that i do not get goosebumps, do not get excited, do not believe a story, do not get hurt or do not feel love, is a day gone to waste.
I was born to Gods, I was raised by Gods. I shall live like a God.

Dear Dr Browser,
At this point i want to clarify to you, that i still have not lost it. That inevitable splurge of dementia still has not taken over. I am in my zone, and i am waiting, unrestrained.
If i try to explain you my philosophy of life, it comes down to a very simple, selfish narcissistic phrase, "Do what you want"
I want to rise above all the chain link fences and locks that my ever-so-protective society has cast around me. I want to rise above stereotypes. I want to rise above norms.

Feeling alive is an art. Being alive is a burden bestowed upon us, because we were made in His Light and He shall forever protect us. But in this moment, of Neapolitan cosmo-culture, i want to reign supreme over my heart, my choices.

The amount of satisfaction i get when i receive all the perplexed looks right after , and sometimes during, my elaborately explained and intricately fabricated life -story, is truly nonperishable. This sense of self-actualization that i have delivered myself is a theory lost upon the benign creatures who still plunge themselves in the argument of right and wrong.

I wish i could set you free. i wish i could deliver you from restraints. i sincerely hope you push yourself back to a macroscopic level. But for the moment i have shown you the path. I have shown you the result. I have shown you the need and the devils of it.

Rest, my dear, is upto you.

Oh dear Sirisha,what did you do ??

i came here to escape drama not start a new fire in one day.

Dear Fucking browser,
God has a creepy sense of humor. I am the sims player who is constantly handled. Kinda like it tbh.. Until i am completely burnt out. But so far so good. God i hate that phrase. the amount of deception in that sentence is tremendous.

So fuck all that.

I feel sick being an outcast

Its going to be pretty pathetic if i find out that i done get paid over time at all....I will be fine if it is just for the first week.
But if it is for the rest of the internship, then i am going to be pretty bummed.

Every man is an island

I am afraid to say dude, but at this point i an not connected to anyone....i feel hollow and a bit empty and extremely devoid of any social emotions.

I’m a modern man,
A man for the millennium,
Digital and smoke free.
A diversified multicultural postmodern deconstructionist,
Politically anatomically and ecologically incorrect.
I’ve been uplinked and downloaded.
I’ve been inputted and outsourced.
I know the upside of downsizing.
I know the downside of upgrading.
I’m a high tech lowlife.
A cutting edge state-of-the-art bicoastal multitasker,
And I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond. 
I’m new wave but I’m old school,
And my inner child is outward bound.
I’m a hot wired heat seeking warm hearted cool customer,
Voice activated and biodegradable.
I interface from a database,
And my database is in cyberspace,
So I’m interactive,
I’m hyperactive,
And from time-to-time,
I’m radioactive.
Behind the eight ball,
Ahead of the curve,
Riding the wave,
Dodging a bullet,
Pushing the envelope.
I’m on point,
On task,
On message,
And off drugs.
I got no need for coke and speed,
I got no urge to binge and purge.
I’m in the moment,
On the edge,
Over the top,
But under the radar.
A high concept,
Low profile,
Medium range ballistic missionary.
A street-wise smart bomb.
A top gun bottom feeder.
I wear power ties,
I tell power lies,
I take power naps,
I run victory laps.
I’m a totally ongoing bigfoot slam dunk rainmaker with a proactive outreach.
A raging workaholic.
A working ragaholic.
Out of rehab,
And in denial.
I got a personal trainer,
A personal shopper,
A personal assistant,
And a personal agenda.
You can’t shut me up,
You can’t dumb me down.
‘Cause I’m tireless,
And I’m wireless.
I’m an alpha male on beta blockers.
I’m a non-believer and an over-achiever.
Laid back but fashion forward.
Up front,
Down home,
Low rent,
High maintenance.
Super size,
Long lasting,
High definition,
Fast acting,
Oven ready,
And built to last.
I’m a hands on,
Foot loose,
Knee jerk,
Head case.
Prematurely post traumatic,
And I have a love child who sends me hate mail.
But I’m feeling,
I’m caring,
I’m healing,
I’m sharing.
A supportive bonding nurturing primary care giver.
My output is down,
But my income is up.
I take a short position on the long bond,
And my revenue stream has its own cash flow.
I read junk mail,
I eat junk food,
I buy junk bonds,
I watch trash sports.
I’m gender specific,
Capital intensive,
User friendly,
And lactose intolerant.
I like rough sex.
I like rough sex.
I like tough love.
I use the f word in my email,
And the software on my hard drive is hard core, no soft porn.
I bought a microwave at a mini mall.
I bought a mini van in a mega store.
I eat fast food in the slow lane.
I’m toll free,
Bite sized,
Ready to wear,
And I come in all sizes.
A fully equipped,
Factory authorized,
Hospital tested,
Clinically proven,
Scientifically formulated medical miracle.
I’ve been pre-washed,
Pre-cooked,
Pre-heated,
Pre-screened,
Pre-approved,
Pre-packaged,
Post-dated,
Freeze-dried,
Double-wrapped,
Vacuum-packed,
And I have an unlimited broadband capacity.
I’m a rude dude,
But I’m the real deal.
Lean and mean.
Cocked, locked and ready to rock.
Rough tough and hard to bluff.
I take it slow.
I go with the flow.
I ride with the tide.
I got glide in my stride.
Drivin’ and movin’,
Sailin’ and spinnin’,
Jivin’ and groovin’,
Wailin’ and winnin’.
I don’t snooze,
So I don’t lose.
I keep the pedal to the metal,
And the rubber on the road.
I party hearty,
And lunch time is crunch time.
I’m hanging in,
There ain’t no doubt.
And I’m hanging tough,
Over and out.

Just wondering

I am bullet proof, nothing to lose, fire away fire away...
But what is instead of firing, the other person decides to chase me with a sword instead.
Of course that would be bad for me, cuz i am bullet proof, not sword and steel proof.