Altered Cerium

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

“For god’s sake, will you change into 4th? You want to rev the nuts off this snotbox?”

“Hell, yeah”, I say noncommittally and slot it into fourth. “Why are we even doing this? And what the hell is going on?”

“The Leaf said we’re supposed to keep on driving, and that’s exactly what we are going to do. And let’s not try to act smart. We’ve gotten this far. We’ve survived the encounter with Ratzen. And we can’t afford to blow this up. Focus. FOCUS!”

“Okay, okay, OKAY. But I’m not exactly pleased with what I am seeing.”

I really wasn’t. The sky was on fire. In sharp contrast to the sky was a towering structure owned by The Syndicate (or so the gargantuan neon signboard claimed). It looked like an enlargement of the internal mechanism of one of those ancient gearboxes, the cogs engaging and disengaging with deafening noises that threatened to rip the ground apart.

She goaded me on: “Shut up and drive. We need to get to wherever we need to be as soon as possible.”

“I’m not sure if we should.”

“Then you’re not sure if we shouldn’t.”

We were driving on a bridge over what used to be the river Qailaiea. Now it was a dynamic, shiny black mass of slime that stank to the high heavens. Unable to take it any longer, I puked all over the dashboard and swerved violently. The car broke through the iron railings and was free-falling into the darkness below.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” she yelled, and tried to grab at my throat in vain.

“Fuck this”, I shouted back.

And we went under.

Bad in the saddle again

Friday, March 12, 2010

Yes, I'm fucking bad. But you can't stop me, can you?

More importantly, why on earth would you even want to? Don't you have worthwhile things to do in life?

Chew on this though: Sometimes, mind you, just sometimes, Pac's words ring truer than Hume's. Or Hobbes'. Or Locke's. Or Rohit Gurunath Sharma's, for that matter.

I was just saying...

It is dreary by day and fusty by night
The firebrands glow in the sodium-lamp’s light

Baleful moon, through these rusted bars be my guide
In your slithering shadows, pray, let me hide

Her eyes had scorched my senses, not unlike the noontime sun
My obsession for her justifies everything I have done

Here I am, fighting this war with only a wooden sword
Sparring with the unseen enemy, my thoughts an icy fjord

The bell tolls and the walls all dissolve away
A new reality emerges and slowly creeps up on me

While on my mind the spiteful fiends and phantoms prey
The jailor turns the key, twisting the dagger of fate

Someplace far away an aggrieved wolf bays and moans
And I let out an anguished sigh, and ascend my fiery throne

'I smoke blunts to take the pain out and if I wasn't high I'd probably blow my brains out' - Tupac Amaru Shakur. But you don't know who he is. You're cool.