Disturbed/ So Many Sos

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Or justified. I had a viral. For the second time. In the same week. Grrr!
Warning- I have taken to rambling.

Black. It is all black. No, wait, it is not. There is this tiny pin-prick of light, hovering in space. Its beam reach out towards me, but fade away as they get close. I find it irritating. I wish someone would turn it off.
Click.
Ah. Now it is all black. 
And I don't like it. I'd rather have that light on again. A single, constant focus for my irritation, to blame it all on. So much better than anger shooting off in all different and random directions without rhyme or reason.
So... I am done.
And to write this I have thunk and rethunk for the last one week. I have picked up my pen after what seemed like interminable years. It feels alien to my hand. My writing varies between font size 4 and 16. I thought my hand would shake too, but it didn't. It should have. It would have added to the rightness.
The past week has been a feverish hallucination. Today more so than ever. Now more so than ever. I fall into trance-like blues and tumble into hysteria which finally gives way into the mean reds. So has gone the cycle.
I have changed. I don't know what did it. I am now a bitch. And slow. I could be drunk. Or insane. Not suicidal though. So I like to think.
I have also become (more) dramatic. And repetitive. My apologies don't mean much. Maybe they never did...
I used to be nicer.
And I am sorry.
But don't believe me.
Also, don't comment.
-Xyz

Hm... No, I don't like this one. Not a lot. Maybe a bit... Maybe.

Drawing on my fine command of the English language, I said nothing.
- Robert Benchley

For every man there is something in the vocabulary that would stick to him like a second skin. His enemies have only to find it.
- Ambrose Bierce

If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found the time to conquer the world.
- Heinrich Heine

Look wise; say nothing and grunt. Speech was given to conceal thought.
- William Osler

The most precious things in speech are pauses.
- Ralph Richardson

I have been a believer in the magic of language since, at a very early age, I discovered that some words got me into trouble and others got me out.
- Katherine Dunn

Under certain circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer.
- Mark Twain

Icky icky icky icky fKANG zoop-boing n zowzyin...
- The Knights who so recently said "Nee!", Monty Python

"Dharti Mein 'Pralay'!"

Breaking News:
" 30 din mein 313 baar dharti mein dhadam-dhadam!"

-India TV

I have also taken to speaking to myself. Out loud.

Barely English, or perhaps not at all

Wheels of Dawn (Akatsuki no Kuruma)

You so-ho-HO have to listen to (and read: english subtitles) this one.
It is a Japanese song sung by  Yuuka Nanri.

And, someone please translate this for me-
‘Lordy, them as is on the rattling lay don’t take to slumming kens!’
I believe it belongs to some Heyer book. Found it scribbled behind my eco notebook. I must have pondered upon the rather obscure remark myself sometime. Clearly, I failed. Maybe it's in code...
Well, your guess is as good as mine.

Jewbroga

The words one is asked to type in for word-verifications before submitting a comment/reply/whatever are so very interesting. Today I got 'jewbroga'. The day before was 'essene'. I also recall a 'tregle'.
Also, recurring nightmares are so... boring.

Came across these by accident. Love at first sight. Don't even know why.

RICHARD SERRA

Elevational Mass, 2006

Hot rolled steel

60 x 84 x 72 inches overall (152.4 x 213.4 x 182.9 cm)

 

RICHARD SERRA

Fernando Pessoa, 2007-2008

Weatherproof steel

354 1/2 x 118 1/8 x 8 inches (900.4 x 300 x 20.3 cm)

Photo by Joshua M. White

 

RICHARD SERRA

Tracks #41, 2008

Paintstick on handmade paper

40 x 40 inches (101.6 x 101.6 cm)

 

RICHARD SERRA

Untitled, 2007

Oilstick on paper

40 x 40 inches (101.6 x 101.6 cm)

The Watchers/ Cat-Talk

Two cats, healthily plump, sit atop the parapet enclosing the school yard. The brown one sits lazily in the noon sun, absently pawing at the ants passing by. The black one stands, motionlessly surveying the girls uniformed in red and white, running, seemingly pointlessly, around the lawn.
Black Cat (Bl C): (contemptuous)  Oh! The noise! These creatures thundering past. Pointless. Stupid. Idiotic.
Brown Cat (Br C): (balefully) Mew.
Bl C: (turning around sharply) Be more articulate than that!
Br C dips down head and sheepishly sways its tail. Once. Twice.
After a final glare Bl C resumes his stance and continues.
Bl C: (looking left, then right) As I was saying. Stupid. Two silly legs to totter on, clad in all those extra layers of that skin-like... well, skin. Pointlessly cumbersome. If they had an ounce of sense they would all just grow fur. And all that loud noise! So much like dogs! Howling! Speaking of dogs, they are stupid too. If only they would all just daintily mew. All that nipping and whimpering, primitive manner of life.
Now feline manners; so immaculate, so elegant, so graceful. The personality, the aura. The finer things in life.
(A distant ring sounds and the mass of red and squeals changes course towards the building, leaving the lazy afternoon empty.)
Bl C: (thoughtfully) But then, if they were more feline... that wouldn't really do, would it? Their stupidity leaves space for silly things, like generosity. All you have to do is walk up to them, mew weakly and rub you head to their leg a bit for them to part with an 'awww' and some milk. A feline wouldn't do that. Being rational, she would scratch, spit, hiss and lap up all of it on her own. Hmmm... Best let balance prevail. Things are almost right the way they are. A certain appeal, it holds, to my rather refined sense of identifying beauty. Oh no, it's not the people. But I do like milk. That makes the taxing ordeal relatively bearable... Are you feeling too hot?
Br C: (balefully) Mew.