Words, everlasting words..

Running between prose and poetry has always taken the best of me, Quite often, it's the entire stream-of-consciousness thing that saves me anytime. You just tend to write and keep on writing until the mind starts putting out brain aneurysms as signals for you to give it a rest. Unintelligible talk is what forms the order, most of the days. And by the time you take stock of what has happened, you will already have rambled on for paragraphs worth of shit that can be pardoned only because the government hasn't yet begun penalising the blogger clan for wasteful use of vowels and consonants!

As you know, wasteful usage of words goes well with wasteful downpour of coffee, tea and the likes. Three paragraphs down, what you're left with is a bloated belly and maybe an article/blog. A trick out of this is 'randomness'. Yes,randomness. Especially, when you try using one unique word again and again to heighten the impact. Randomness.

Hank Moody, from 'Californication', would always say, "Blogging is the death of creative writing". Considering this is the current 'content consumption' trend, I would love to see textbooks in the size of tweets - or some other text gauging bracket that might trounce 'tweets' in the near future.

P.S. Knowledge is banal. Application,on the other hand, is key.Apparently.