I have to be very careful about the kind of music I listen to these days. Coz one bad song selection and I suddenly find myself transported back to a place where I don't wanna be.
That means I can no longer listen to Linkin Park/Pink Floyd/Eagles/any other old regular of mine.
I put in Metallica's Load yesterday. It was just what I needed. I don't connect to the songs at all. Until this happened...
Where do I take this pain of mine? I run but it stays right by my side. So tear me open, pour me out. There are things inside that scream and shout. And the pain still hates me. So hold me until it sleeps.
Just like the curse. Just like the stray. You feed it once. And now it stays.
Really can't let my gaurd down at the moment or feel sorry for myself. But at times, the pain is so, so incredibly huge, I have to give in to it. And remind myself that as a human being, I cannot escape this misery!
Disclaimer The
Neurotic One shall use this narcissistic recluse to blow his own trumpet, to
question the parentage of Communists and to blast the world for what it is.
Readers who do not concur, are requested to bend over and kiss his buttocks.
Readers are also strongly advised against side effects of reading Neurotica,
such as strong nausea, splitting headaches, insomnia, visions of Baba Sehgal
chasing you in a thong, suicidal depression, delirium, anti social behaviour,
transformtion into an ugly toad, nightmares about ugly and naked fat men, STDs,
Kafka dreams or brief flashes of intelligence.
If you do feel these side effects, oh well. Sue me.
