tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867387.post111770761847817713..comments2023-09-20T01:47:05.663-07:00Comments on Where Reality is a Nightmare: Starting At The EndDarth Midnightmarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010414069519269864noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867387.post-1118035323934706702005-06-05T22:22:00.000-07:002005-06-05T22:22:00.000-07:00Approaches were always a bit different I guess.......Approaches were always a bit different I guess.....as for me waiting....well, sometimes you think there's no point trying for some things.....you prefer to see what direction things are headed in......sometimes you're just too damn tired to try swimming against the damned current......you stop for a rest......that's all.....no1 waits forever....<BR/><BR/>And yeah, am on my feet now......just another scar left now.....and a limp.....physically as well as metaphorically.....the reasons are different....the effects are the same....Darth Midnightmarehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02010414069519269864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867387.post-1117907321736049702005-06-04T10:48:00.000-07:002005-06-04T10:48:00.000-07:00ya know johnny boy, reading your dark poetic blogs...ya know johnny boy, reading your dark poetic blogs is like looking at myself in the mirror. a tormented inner turbulent core that could go explosive if unleashed. at the same time, we differ in our approach to life. i am not waiting for godot...<BR/><BR/>btw, these blogs are excellent. your writing skills are damn fine. <BR/><BR/>ps. are you back on your feet? godspeed f*cker ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867387.post-1117876135897799482005-06-04T02:08:00.000-07:002005-06-04T02:08:00.000-07:00Girish, I spoke about being through with ranting a...Girish, I spoke about being through with ranting at society.....through as in giving up on any expectations.....got over that really long back....and if "a friend" is who I think it is, then I am sure he got what I meant.... ;-)....please do confirm mate....Darth Midnightmarehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02010414069519269864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867387.post-1117792332739132592005-06-03T02:52:00.000-07:002005-06-03T02:52:00.000-07:00mmm...are you sure you are "thro with society"?? ...mmm...are you sure you are "thro with society"?? I wonder...if you are then why even ask such introspective questions? :) As long as we are not a recluse(in the literal sense) I doubt if we can ever be "thro' with society".<BR/>We have to take society into consideration for certain decisions we take..why in fact you(we?) constitute the very society you are repudiating....Godel's Incompleteness theorem? :)<BR/>Girish...!The Man Who Wasnt Therehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05582500670714901536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867387.post-1117778203103374782005-06-02T22:56:00.000-07:002005-06-02T22:56:00.000-07:00So damn true. The truth, I guess is that the end l...So damn true. The truth, I guess is that the end lies in realizing that there is none. That's the only time you can really start....although you've been at it for ages. <BR/><BR/>BTW, at least leave the initials.... ;-). As for society, well, am through with that. <BR/><BR/>Islands of minds seeking land,<BR/>Blind eyes surveying the open seas,<BR/>Telling of paths that never were theirs,<BR/>Following roads beaten by every tread....Darth Midnightmarehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02010414069519269864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867387.post-1117772243765136482005-06-02T21:17:00.000-07:002005-06-02T21:17:00.000-07:00it's happening all over again isn't it? it never d...it's happening all over again isn't it? it never does truly end. the emptyness and despair you feel....you know all the answers but yet you seek. the more you search, the more you realize the answers to your questions lie within and not with the hypocritical society you choose to rant about. it scares you that at some point you may actually have to take control of your life and move on. life doesn't happen to you, you make it happen. and sometimes, just sometimes, cruelty does bring you orchids from the bowels of the abyss...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com