untited - who cares
Having lots of time on hands and no, work presents a different identity altogether. I have been slipping a lot lately, the slippages have not helped me much. I am slipping from thoughts; I am slipping from the bench, from the bed and into the life. What a crazy notion. Well m slippages might eventually help me do better. It might just happen that I might begin writing a genuine slippable story. A story formed out of nothing, and which still catches the fancy of slipped people like me.
For the record – slip implies lost you head, or rather a little bit of insanity enjoyed by the fact that your brain no more wants to function normally. Your thoughts seem to slip into distant realities. These slippages are caused by extensive nicotine abuse, plans to take over/change the world, and definitely a lot of time and nothing to do.
I realized that what I am least afraid of is insanity, of probably ghosts and such features, which I know, don’t exist. I might derive some extreme pleasure of writing something that might really scare me.
Even as the blog is written, the story advances through the marshy land of the mind of junior. And junior is no mean machine; he is just a little high school kid out to prove the world some point. We are tailing through his wonderful journey of self-denial, presence of normal tendencies and the varying lengths of being crazier than any one around. or atleast begining with those assumptions.
For the record – slip implies lost you head, or rather a little bit of insanity enjoyed by the fact that your brain no more wants to function normally. Your thoughts seem to slip into distant realities. These slippages are caused by extensive nicotine abuse, plans to take over/change the world, and definitely a lot of time and nothing to do.
I realized that what I am least afraid of is insanity, of probably ghosts and such features, which I know, don’t exist. I might derive some extreme pleasure of writing something that might really scare me.
Even as the blog is written, the story advances through the marshy land of the mind of junior. And junior is no mean machine; he is just a little high school kid out to prove the world some point. We are tailing through his wonderful journey of self-denial, presence of normal tendencies and the varying lengths of being crazier than any one around. or atleast begining with those assumptions.

