Absurd Chaos

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ode to my subconscious : I always remember my dreams. My subconscious is a well of pure imagination and I appreciate it being a constant and reliable source of inspiration. The following is a dream I had last night.  Calle Montera, Madrid 1922. Source: Pinterest So, I found myself walking in Calle Montera in Madrid, Spain with my cousins; they were visiting from Egypt and I was determined to show them around and also show them how I live and stop having to pretend or "soften myself and blur my personality around the edges" for them.  Ergo I took them to a fictional café from a distant memory, it was night-time but the lights the small café were emitting were so strong it was almost day-time. We each took a seat in the terrace and me and one of my cousins, let's call her Mia, started collecting the orders; we went to the counter to order and I almost bit back mentioning that this was a very famous bar for cocktails and that it's not your typical café, ...

And Egypt keeps losing. They did it again! I don’t know how or when (I actually know; it’s by using facetious logic) but the Egyptian System strikes again. And boy did it strike . Let’s recap; shall we? It’s 22nd of February, 5:30 here in Madrid and these are Egypt’s updates so far: A Policeman shot a tuk-tuk driver in the historic neighborhood of El Darb El Ahmar .             the victim's family talking about what happened. (in Arabic)    2. A four year old, amongst over 100 others , was sentenced to life in prison for murder. He was two at the time of the murders.   Yes, plural.       3. 7 Policemen, who were part of a manifestation for Policemen's rights, were detained right before going on a talk-show talking about said manifestation. Policemen are not happy.     4. Ahmed Nagi, an Egyptian novelist, was detained. Reasons: Chapter Five of his novel Estekhdam el Hay...

// so this is a quick rant; expect grammar mistakes and incoherent sentences // New York Daily News / Getty I’m sure lots of people online have already heard about the hashtag #FreeKesha; for those of you who are not aware of the hashtag basically Kesha was sexually assaulted (and allegedly raped ) by someone in her label called Dr Luke; Dr Luke is a record producer in Sony , her record company. Kesha tried to nullify her contract (as she is obliged to produce six more albums with him) but the judge ruled against her and as of today; 21st of February, 2016, Kesha Rose Sebert is still under contract to release six albums with her assaulter. The court ruling was based on lack of evidence. Now that was a very brief update; for more info you are very welcome to Google the issue and read for yourself the court ruling and all of that. Okay so as a Law student; I understand what it means for someone to be contractually obliged to certain and specific terms and not be able to nul...

Bits and pieces of my outfit today :)

november, december, january and fabruary, the months roll by, sunsets and sunshines each day similar to its predecessor the only difference is these prison bars they're getting wider the iron is rusting and the air is vile there's no ceiling or ground but i make no move to get up forever mesmerised by that sad ...face behind the bars

Heads sway On a dead dragon's tail Pelicans soar Above the Red Sea Into the sky Vultures are heard From afar Heads of Kings Sway On their dead dragons tail

Soiled bodies on Earth Covered with mud and love Lips the colour of dead roses Curled purple toes Last breath steams And the coldness evaporates

Could someone make a up country where artists are to roam freely? A country where you have money for food and drink and endulging in luxury, but, where you only write in the odd chance your writer's block finds something better to do. A county where you set your alarm at noon and never sleep at night because you only fall sleep when you have totally exhausted your physical and/or mental energy, or not, but it's okay. Mornings are prosaic, anyway. A country where book lists are more important than shopping lists, but you can afford both; the government covers that. Matter of fact, the government came to the conclusion that forests should prevail the country's landscape to make up for all the book-printing, thus, it was deemed necessary of citizens of the Untitled Country to live in forests (make no mistake that this country is governed by a communist regime; this notion is a segway for what I'm about to say next. Merely written to annoy those who could be annoyed and o...

She was walking down the woods Hair on fire and dress made from cement  Bloody feet and dirty hands Midnight blue eyes reflecting the moons Sunkissed skin with sun rays for veins Chapped lips and a slit tongue  Zoe was her name  Thanatos was her lover…

Grace I  [31st of May, 2014] Grace the dead the spirits that fled the wounds that bled and the lovers   who never met. Grace II  [1st of June, 2014]   Grace the human sanity the everlasting insanity the dead leaves and forgotten trees the human jungle and the animal kingdom a falling king and a resented Queen. Grace III  [2nd of June, 2014] Grace the purple skin  blood south and north windswept sand grains  trapped in the snow the palm trees are skyward  but most bend at the knee Freedom comes when  fear goes Grace the Fear Grace IV    [3rd of June, 2014] Grace the dented lips  and frosted tongues of a human race      long gone shadows still creep in    ...

shoemaker in the middle of the street looking for shoes without finding any. bluemaker in the middle of the sky looking for blues without finding any. babymaker in the middle of the road looking for babies and finding many. gravemaker and babymaker are now successful tyrants shoes and blues don’t matter anymore. June, 2014

Until it stops feeling natural. Turn of the century, old magician, a pale mistress. A show being held at the great Apostles theatre  Gathering crowds and clapping hands All waitin for the great magician; Jon the Man  Now his mother never called him Jon the Man  Neither did the dead father.  If birth certificate were to exist, He would be Jonathan McKellan Of irish descent. Blinding lights guided The lost dogs to center stage Blinded eyes were The fillers of the front row seats. Ladies, madams and gentlmen, Make a round For Jon Not any Jon was he  Not any Jon was he  Our ol’ man  For us Jonathan Became Jon the Man, But even fires could consume The Man and his pugs For once upon a time  There was a ring of fire At a show being held at the great Apostlestheatre   Gathering frowns and screaming throats All watching the dead magician; Jon the Man. Now his mother never called him Jon the Man Neither had the chance to once again call him Jonathan. ...

a ray of sunshine stuck on a broken glass a hand reaches towards the glass to pick it up. the glass comes up empty the hand always preferred the moon to the sun. she heard the moon uttering what a fat cloud could not think about uttering. the stars heard it, too. the glass turned red the hand fell away unattached un- attended. why pick up the broken glass dangerous broken glass with it’s ray of sunshine on a Winter’s cold night with the full moon out?