GRIPE GRIPE.

Great men are instinctively intelligent. They blow soap bubbles, yes, but nevertheless, they somehow manage to rule their respective worlds.

Twenty seven years ago, in the era of the beatles and illusionistic drugs, there lived a vagabond,who initially inspired fear in the hearts of many due to his imposing appearance.
then,, he cut his hair and had a french manicure and fooled the people around him into thinking that he was the chairman of Pepsico, thus making millions in questionable business transactions. Most of these were slightly illegal and the parties in question could not prosecute.

I presume he lives in the cayman islands now.


Most of what I write seems slightly nonsensical, but sensical stuff doesn't seem to sell at all.Take for example my previous blog : both my most faithful readers told me that it was highly boring.

Levels of insanity seem to be going higher everyday.My house is off this beautifull avenue. Unfortunately, uneducated louts seem to think the walls of the avenue are the perfect place to empty their bladders. And there is this guy. His body is almost completely covered with a bedsheet. He wears it like a cape. He hasn't eaten in weeks,I think. My friend Waseem theorizes that this guy is causing the dissappearance of the neighbourhood cats. And dogs.
He lives on the urine stinking avenue. Initially I thought he was trying to stage a breakout from the Women's detention center which forms the right wall of the avenue. (yes, there's a women's detention center for naughty women.Very creepy)

Strange things continually happen to me. I was riding the cycle home from class. Going full pelt and feeling the wind in my hair and stuff. Then out of nowhere this fool comes right onto my path and in his terror swings his hand wildly. He gave me a black eye. Dirty %^#*!@ It hurt like hell, and on top of that, it blinded me for a second, giving him time to make good his escape. Unfortunately, I was blinded in the middle of the road, see? So suddenly, where there was an empty road, I find a road full of irate drivers giving me the finger. I ask you!

I think I shall give up going out of the house. Lock myself up in my room and stay still. Breathe deeply.Become sage-ish.

Nah. Who will all you jobless people laugh at, then?

Sigh.