Faith

Well, the blog has chalked up two thousand hits. I've also managed to make the top result on Google with the term 'Emu Therapy', and its the start of a new year. Time for a change don't you think? I'm gonna think about taking this blog in a new direction, one that justifies the title.

It's time for personal change too. And this time I hope I will be able to sustain it. It must be hard going back to the beginning, but I'm sure gonna try it. And I have faith.

Yes I do; surrounded by all the 'cool' agnostics and atheists, I still believe in God. What is the alternative - rotting in the dirt once this life is done? Meaningless life, meaningless death? Love, empathy, kindness, hate, dispair and desire are to be reduced to neurons firing and secreted hormones? Because even I'm not that bleak.

One down

Photo 1 - Emo girl contemplates the world and wonders whether to jump.

Photo 2 - Emo girl decides not to jump, so photographer decides to push her.

One down... six billion to go.

Emu Therapy

Humans are complex beings.. or so they say. I say, everyone is just fucked in the head. It's only the degree which varies. In fact, trust me, the degree to which peoples brains are dysfunctional rarely varies too. I mean why does anyone need meth, once life does a number on your brain ?

I guess everyone has moments when they wanna slit their wrists, sit in a dark corner and rock backward and forward, keening. These are called Emu moments, and don't worry; everyone gets them. My advise to you, is that when you get an Emu moment and want to slit your wrists, don't worry. Just remember, cutting across your wrist is NOT at all effective. For the best results you have to cut DOWN the wrist along the forearm. More hints here.

Remember this is not for teenage angst ridden Avril Lavigne listening emo-bois. This won't give you a cool scar. This. Will. Kill. You.

It's funny though; most of the music I like are Songs to Slit your Wrist by. Check out a few here. Maybe thats why I am the way I am, and maybe thats why this blog is called Mine Darke and Twisted Life. And mabe this is the most truth you've ever read here.

Besides slitting your wrist, there are other options open, of course. You could join the foreign legion and get fisted by a hundred other crazy fuckers. When bending down in the shower to get the soap has you scared silly, there's not much brain space left to contemplate the complex emotional tangle that drove you emu in the first place.

Or you just move to Australia for some Emu-therapy. Coz' when the world is looking bleak and you feel that you just can't go on, there's nothing better than the love of a large flightless Aussie bird.

And I know this, because I'm Mr. Brightside.

WAAKKAAWW !!

The showdown was at the cliffs. They knew only one would walk away. A deep breath, a moment of peace and then the valley exploded as they attacked... WAKKAAW!

Photographer Seerena on her D40x; Models Dheeru and Me.
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Seasons Greetings!

To you gentle reader, and all your loved ones.

Yule Blues

Apparently 'tis the season to be crappy. When night falls at 3 pm, and that's the only time it stops raining, you can bet your ass the suicide rate is going up like anything. SAD they call it. I call it WTF is wrong with this weather. At least if it snowed or something, that would make up for the cold. But no, a fine drizzle persists throughout the day till one feels like all wrinkled up like a prune.

It's only going to get better, as we're going to Scotland over Christmas. And what's more, the Isle of Skye is on the itenary, so when I return, impotent, having frozen off various parts of my anatomy, I can reflect on whether this was a good idea or not.

But this break is going to be a lifesaver. Not that work sucks or anything.... no, wait. It does. It sucks worse than Cathy down the road, who tries her best to impress a gent.

The only thing, with this trip and all the work pressure I've been under lately, I'm not going to have time to make my annual flash greeting card. Which is sad, because I've been doing it three years running now.

And so, if your life wa in as much a mess as mine, why.. Yule be Blue too...

WTF

Some times you just gotta go, 'WTF!'. I mean, if you're in a disc, dancing with a girl, and this guy come up and licks your ear, the only phrase which sums things up to a t is wtf (pronounced WHAATHUFF). No, no, that didn't happen to me, that was just a hypothetical illustration.


Wtf covers so many emotions, from anger (WTF dude) to that feeling... I SAID it was a HYPOTHETICAL situation!... that feeling of incredulous bemusement like whenever David Hasselhoff makes a cameo in a movie .. or even fear (OMG WTF! What has Rosie O'donell done to her faaace) or when you watch the trailer for Teeth.


In fact the only emotion that wtf does not sum up is that of loving condescension. Go on, try it.

Well I was gonna post some WTF links, but I'm posting this from office... on sunday.. after 12 hours of work, and I just can't be bothered.

And I know what you are gonna say...

WTF

Sometimes...

..you feel like crying in the rain.