Ode To JOBLESSNESS

FOR ALL THOSE PEOPLE WHO ARE LOOKING FOR A CENTRAL THEME IN THIS>> "FUCK OFF"....... there is no theme here.... tis is neither a well disguised critique nor something with a deep inner meaning... this is simply the joker raving for the heck of it...been a while since i posted anything.... its simply due to the fact that i'm ultra lazy coupled with the fact that my brainsize is congruent to that of a dinosaur..
most of the time is spent in front of the lappy which is like my second brain.... it basicaly have the same content as my brain... well it has games movies music and PORN........ and yeah an OS which is flashy and almost useless.... well anyway i am grateful that i have it (both my biological brain and the electronic one).
For the past two days i was listening to Pink Floyd without pause... they simply are the best which is of course an undisputed fact.... the question is why??
a few years back I was on the opinion that Pink Floyd is just over rated.... but now the tables hav turned.... the million layers of meanings that impregnate the lyrics is what makes them the best... my past was eventful and i am not denying the fact that i had done many things that would shock a nun to death... but the fact is that i was alive back then... now i feel like a baby walrus ready to be skinned...
the question is whether the pursuit of money and happiness could be branded as life or is life something else?
i see people around me working like hell... sleeping just a few hours, eating junk food, getting fat talking about grades and assignments...... make me feel sick...
its basically the social obligation of every individual to be successful in life which make people do all this..... the expectation placed on the shoulders are too heavy for most.... they end up existing rather than living..... they just dont stop to think if they are happy or not.... the motivating force is again "$$$$$$$$$$$$$"

the nature had devised a way to make the world a better place... its called natural selection by survival of the fittest... this is done too eliminate the weakest DNAs from procreating.... nature had been very successful for a very long time in improving the species... but somewhere something happened and the homo sapiens took a different road..... gone are the days when physical strength was the hall mark of a good DNA.... oh no... its the best minds that rule the world now....
I asked a lady friend of mine once that what does a woman wants from a man.... after the usual cliche bullshit things like love and caring blah blah... she said the truth... its Money.... all the rest are just bonus... \
YES.... this is the age of FAT and unhelthy men who are physically weak but with razor sharp mind calculating every tick of the sensex and predicting the future and earning truckload of money who are gonna walk away with the babes.... gone are the days when knights on shiny armor swept the princess away... the poor chap slays the dragon and fights evil machinery to reach the princess' bedroom to find she has already left with a pot bellied Investment banker who has a ferrari....
Now now.... dont this make u think that i abhor money or anything.... i simply love the concept of money... its the best invention after fire and shotguns... but still... i still like to be part of a post apocalyse world where a man is measured not by the car e drives but the number of cars he got from the ppl he had killed :D..........
does that make me a raving psychopath??? the answer is yes... I am a raving psychopath... even now my favorite profession would be that of a Hitman.... but the way my life is going, i would end up killing people by firing them from jobs or making them bankrupt....
All of you who care to read this knows that i consider myself to be a lunatic.... but recently i know for a fact that i am really losing it...
its one thing to call oneself mad... but when you start dreaming about poisonous frogs (the ones who are either flourascent green or orange with black) that are at least two meters high and ferrets the size of equine entities, you realalise you seriously need psychiatric help.... well these are the things i dream nowadays... the worst thing is that they recurr.... those fucking animals just sit there and stare at me when i dream... damn its frustrating... i dunno how to interpret these and giv a flashy explanation to it but by Zark... its frustrating... its like watching your dog hump a post in front of your girlfriend and her parents.....
anyway... its time for my next cigarette.... this one is crappier that tne other posts and there is a good chance that i might not post for a very long time... the laziness is grippin me again...
this place is strange... though it saps the energy out of you, it also comforts you like a cryogenic tank which kills ur vitals but keeps u alive... this place is sapping the life out of me... making me a machine which just exists.... I HATE IT HERE