screwed in the local train

today afternoon i went to hell...and back i am sitting down to write. how does it feel when the 2 hour long local train ride goes on for 3 damn hours and another pissed off half? with only stinking hawkers for company ,life gives 2 tight wraps on the face!these sweaty hours with a well groomed pungence shall be remembered whenevr i see a train.ku jhik jhik jhik........the train goes on!

let me get started

it takes a hell lot of time to gather thoughts even when you have the mood to think. lets consider this a bit...freeflow of thought is often stammered by the regulations of expression. if you dress up your thoughts with ornamented know-how you are a notable philosopher, and if your thoughts dont care the damn about the screwing regulations they call you the hopeless poet.....i`d rather plunder like a poet than die a philosophers death.