blah.

my language skills are substandard.i cant express things the way i see them or understand them in my head.
but i will reach the pinnacle of exppressionism maybe in some time.dont confuse it with that movement caled expression-ism.that was for gay people and bar-tenders.
ok now bye.

my blog.period.

this is my blog.
Step 1 - all you fuckers out there have to realize that and get it into your system.THIS IS MY BLOG.
i get to opine or pine about anything , everything and nothing in this space.
i can do the cha-cha or the samboo( samba on bamboo) or the snake dance ( yes! there is a snake dance.ha! i bet u never knew snakes liked to dance.well they certainly do and it involves a lot of twisting and twisting and yeah-twisting.but the twisting is like real difficult when you do it in the same direction repeatedly.sounds like shit coming out of british ARSE i know.but don blame 'em snakes.they dont have legs.hail Evolutin !).
i can even smoke virtual -pot in this godforsaken space.ok.i can suck the air around this blog and fart it out if i wish to.you shall be a spectator.
anyway.let me opine a bit more.
this space can/will/most-likely/definitely/shamelessly....be used of me, by me and for me.that was obvious but like i said fuck you.i get to say what i want.

for the uninitiated.
my name is revanth.
i live in third-person inside of me most of the times.i dont like it that way.but maybe pandora intended it to be that way when she opened her box of whatever.
i hope sometimes.i hate most of the times.i am unsure all the time about anything.
i am ugly in a cute way.and well i have a bi-sexual streak to me like evrybody( fuck you! you have it too.)and i love music.wildlife.any form of art basically.

i dont know myself that well.maybe i do.i am just afraid of letting you know it.i hate being judged.i sound hypocritical most of the times.but that is just normal.

i believe in the fact that a form of irony will rule the world one day.sounds crazy ?
like i said i am not sure of it.

and ya.i am very graphic.

hope you get the drift.

and i know.by the time i press the publish button,a million other things would have crept into that head of mine.but what the hell ! aaaand publish.

p.s-THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS VIRTUAL POT.STUPID FUCKER.

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i want to scrape the skin on me,to reveal what is inside.
i want to be stoned to death,to see what the stones have to say.
i want to be whipped,to taste the biterness.
i want to eat the air,to feel solid just enough.
i want to fall off somewhere high,to see the impact it makes on the ground.
i want to write ,to see what the ink has to say.
i want to cry ,to read the message those salts in tears leave behind.
i want to be burnt by the sun,to see what the light has to say.
i want to be eaten by the blackhole,to be engulfed into infinty.
i want to believe in time,and see it ticking for a reason.
i want to dig the earth,to see the soil give me a smile.
i want to believe despite that unbelievably strong sinking feeling.