Automatic Thoughts

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Draw

Somethings you expect to stay for a while; you expect them to always be there. Then suddenly, you enter solitude, if only for a brief period, and you see all the things that matter. And then, without any possible warning or substantial explanation, it all changes. Your deepest dreams are all that remain, and your close company. People, things and beliefs are wiped off in a matter of minutes. No, this is no clean slate, but it helps to know that you can erase some things. The marks remain, and you don't have time go get a soaked rag to really clean that slate, not now. You have too much to draw. Put your heart in it. Everything will flow as you draw. That's what it's about.

Twist of Fate

They were meant to be together.. Ever since their creation, the thought of them being together brought smiles to faces of those who truly cared.


Yes, he was very powerful and had a lot of potential, but the one he was with was just not good enough to let him explore his extensive abilities. But he didn't know that.. He didn't realise that all they did together was smoke and drink without really getting anywhere quickly. She took her time adjusting herself to suit his pace and he couldn't help being himself. There was so much he had to offer and all she could do was have her hands full with him everytime..


But now, the higher powers sought to change his fate. They knew what he was capable of and great things lay ahead if they could pull of this match. And pull it off they did! With his new girl, he now drinks less and carries himself much better, much faster. It's made a world of a difference, and I for one am glad they were finally mated!


How I disliked that old Mercedes 5-speed automatic box paired to the biturbo V12 that is the 65 AMG. It so deserved that 7-speed AMG SpeedShift transmission. The new SL65 is an impeccable work of automotive and engineering art!

If I was God..

..I would abolish religion and annihilate the so-called seers, prophets and priests. They, who spread lies to the masses and gain followers blinded from their own spineless nature. If a "God" demands your attention, attendance and action against a fellow living being, human or otherwise, that is no God, far from it; they are just vermin. A real God would make sure you are punished for intentionally causing harm or hurt to someone. If I was God, I would deputize the true of heart; those few with the courage to stand up for what is right. Oh the powers the truth would bring you. A Godsend; well, of course!


People dismiss love as non-existent because they fail to find it in its true form. Love doesn't walk away, hide or let go; people do. They have only themselves to blame if they didn't look or try hard enough. Look and you shall see. Seek and you shall find. Wander and you shall soon be lost; although it may appear you have found a place of many, do not fail to realize that they are a whole generation of lost souls who can seem like an established city. Far from it!


And it's not just about love; those who destroy are incapable of appreciating creativity - the essential aspect of life. I pity those in power bowing to stones and random animals and turning around only to spit on their planet and stone a defenseless animal. If your power lies in capitalizing on another's weakness, you are not strong in any sense. How these pathetic people mistake advantage for power is beyond me.


When you have time, laugh not at others for realizing their mistakes, laugh at yourselves for not being smart enough to spend time finding your own shortcomings. Everyone is unique in their own way, and you cannot enforce your specialties onto another for the mere reason of being offspring. Get real!


It is true what Luther said then, "Hell is empty; the devils are all here...” No doubt masquerading as religious leaders and separatist politicians then. Word!

Of Apples and Oranges..

A lot of people liken various things to various other things, either to make them easier to understand or to make them easier to relate to for certain people. Of the many examples, I was inspired during a conversation with someone very close to me to actually compare chili peppers to Porsche cars. Yes, all chili peppers look the same to the untrained eye, so to do many Porsche car models. Hence, in my mind, this was the ideal way to illustrate how so very different they are from each other, being so closely related.

And I put this effort in one day after the demise of Ferdinand Alexander Porsche, a man who took forward a design that decades later still remains barely altered. This is more of a jest than a tribute, but I remain humbled at the very mention of Porsche AG and the collective engineering efforts of all their engineering partners. Respect.

Oh for the dark reality..

Like the darkest shadow cast
by the seemingly greenest tree..
There is the pain in your eyes
that somehow only I can see..

Your Superhero

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, so said Gandhi. But what do you do in a world blind not because they can't see, but because they choose not to. Where are we headed? In cases of a simple ignorant majority, where does the one seer stand? Dismissed. Walked over. And no soon, forgotten.

I wanna be your superhero. Righting the smallest of wrongs, in the rightest of wrong ways. No, I may not be able to rescue innocent people from a burning building in time; I may not be able to prevent a flood of water from overpowering our society. I will stand not against Mother Nature, but against this growing uncaring nature of people. The innocent shall be rescued, saved from the fate that the blind, uncaring robots of society deliver today, and everyday they stay blind. The little puppies, the old wounded dog, the bird in her nest with fresh eggs, all targets of the wretched spawns of ignorant copulating machines that have surfaced like slag from a refinery, only to stand in the way of the sun shining for the good few. Innocence isn't lost, it is suppressed; sometimes not by the soul, but by other daemons that lurk among us, wearing the face of society, with a voice louder than any action they could ever produce.

So here I stand, wishing, waiting. If only I could burn the culprits with my thoughts, or stop time only to enjoy their dismemberment; it would be my fuel. Watching the disbelief of the face of the innocent as I commit what they would never do even if they wanted to, because their innocence wouldn't allow it. If the sick of mind roam free, why can't the watchers. I choose to be one, yet I fear what may happen on account of my actions for good. Evil roams in packs, it's everywhere, and sometimes good can only stand and endure that slow, helpless feeling of heartbreak. I will keep trying, in my own little ways. For I know any idiot can break stuff; it takes love, effort and patience to create something worthwhile.

An eye for a cracked skull then, that's how I would work. If only...