Because none of us are angels…
Because none of us are angels. Because we do the same things that we should never do. Guilt excites us. Perversion thrills us. Our deepest darkest desires are often the dirtiest, grimiest examples of the filth in human thoughts. It’s okay by me. Guilty pleasures are often the most sensuous. There is a tart little masochistic child in all of us. And he wants nothing more than to touch himself, to rub where it pleases him most. He wants to squeal in pleasure.
And then there is that little annoyance we call love. It’s the sound of two deluded people simultaneously engaging is a series of ridiculous illusions. A series of pennyworth parlor tricks. A mask to hide all the naked animal lust. A reason to justify happiness. And it has its place in God’s universe too. Were it not for love, we would all have died out a thousand years ago. Although our venerable society has inconveniently outlawed polygamy, humans are the ultimate pimps of the animal kingdom. We believe in unbridled pleasure. With such a mindset, how can we expect to commit ourselves to one pathetic person for an average lifespan of 70 years. The only way we can drown out the sound of monotony, is by deafening ourselves with noise cancelling soft porn audio feeds. Being the unintelligent creatures we are, we burn ourselves time and time again. We engage in the same deadly spiraling dance of death every once in a while. Rushing towards a hot and hard place. And there we prostate ourselves upon the Altar of Pathetique. We then start to believe in our innate goodness and the ultimate badness of the big empty world. We resolve to never lust/love after another fellow addict ever again. And then we rush back to the same old warfield, eager to show off our battlescars, numbers adding to our self-preservation instincts.
Ta Ra Ra Rum, Ta Ra Ra Rum. Singles bars. Complicated relationship status. Elementary geometry in the human body. Ill concealed desire. Hunger for more.
I want more. More than this. More than human. I want to rise above. Let me drink so much wine that I may forget stupor itself. Let me wallow in incessant orgies, so I may forget lust itself. Let me drown myself in opulence, so I may forget material pleasure. Let me eat so I may forget hunger forever. Let me kill men, so I may forget sin itself. Let me be free. Let me be liberated. Let me be Aryavansh Shukla
love is illusion and reality is what you want to see … u want your illusion to be reality , it becomes reality and i don’t think its right to blame love for not being happy and if it is a reason for someone for being unhappy then please i need to listen to their definition of happiness. nobody is unhappy itts itss just that something is always missing . you have to find happiness . nothing comes looking for you .. you have to find it and work for it be it intelligence be it love or be it happiness
But everyone wants to be loved , wants someone to make them feel special .. and i don’t think everyone can give you the same feeling of warmth and happiness . its just only one person who could be the special one for you .. aand nothing stays forever not even love or the lover and i think everyone knows that deep down inside .. and u have to make YOUR moments with your special one special and look for happiness
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EVERYONE has guilty pleasures
… yeaaah the world is cruel but we aren’t cos we are not a part of the world. are we?? yes of course we are .. (illusion becoming reality ) .. hmm maybe it is an illusion or maybe its not … THE WORLD IS EVIL TO ME TOO cos maybe i am FAT .i am so nice, i have a nice heart .. .. . well that excuse is good enough isn’t it ?? well it might not be true but i want it to be true and it will not change until i find some other excuse to replace the current excuse
no one will let you free cos others want to be free (acc to me ) but my dear Aryavansh keep trying cos there’s always an admirer for everything .. not cos u just you want to be admired but admiration gives u pleasure . gives u happiness .. and shukla tere upar kitnee bhee charbi chadhe yaa kintee bhee ghate whatever evil i think of you will not change cos i am meaaniee and i will not let you liveee … muahahahahah
PS:- please don’t kill me if that doesn’t make sense to you MR.PERFECT