Tuesday, February 15, 2011

The Real Valentine...

Relevance to Reality : Will the real St. Valentine's please stand up...?

Its Pink time...
that's what i call Valentine's day.
It's that time of the year when malls and shops, big or small,
Put up their pink merchandise, Up for sale...
Record companies release pink CD's with love ballards
that are supposed to melt your heart.
Restaurants and cafe's rustle up a pink menu
for couples with pink hearts and pink balloons...
There is love in the air and if you listen carefully, just about carefully...
You can actually hear the chirping of the birds and the rustling of the leaves,
You can actually see the blossoming of the flowers, fruits and the trees.
It's the time when the birds actually fuck the bees and the whor...

"fallenhero, just shut up, you have no right to be so sarcastic about everything.
You don't have to make everyone feel bad,
Just because nothing ever makes you glad.
You mind your own fuckin business and for god's fuckin sake 
keep out of Valentine's day if it's not in your interest", My chatter-box** said.

"I am not fucking around, i do like Valentine's Day, i love pink pussy and the fuck..."

"See i told you, you are gonna mess up someone's Valentine's day today,
please don't do it", My chatterbox** said.

"ok, i'll try, i'll try to be moderate if not conservative,
but you know what chatter-box... However, hard i try, i always fail,
Sometimes on purpose, sometimes by purpose,
I always fail and i always have a bone-shattering fall,
for i am thefallenhero, who never stood tall..."

Hence, i have decided i will not go into details like
"Why the fuck is everything pink on this day"
"Why the fuck do we need just a day to spread love"
"Why the fuck do we (the guys) have to shower our bitches with expensive gifts"
"Why the fuck is the juvenile kid, selling pink heart shaped ballons
   at the signal not smiling, Not even on Valentine's day"

keeping all these controversial details to myself, I shall conclude with just a poem.
I repeat before i proceed....
This poem is a completely non original piece of dark side of the human satire or otherwise.Copied, ripped, pirated, flicked, translated, hacked, derived, assumed and imitated short takes on life through the eyes of the fallenhero...
Nothing here is original and pure, Not me and definitely not St. Valentine's day.

Hearts and roses and kisses galore,
What the hell is all that fuckin shit for?
Guys get mushy and start acting queer,
It is definitely the most annoying day of the year.
This day needs to go to hell, get the hell over with and pass,
Before I shove something up Cupid's ass.
I'll spend the day so drunk,  I just can't fuckin think or speak
I am gonna fuckin wear black for the rest of the fuckin week.
Guys act all sweet, but soon it will fade,
For all they are doing is trying to get laid.
The arrow which this motherfuckin Cupid shot at me, must not have hit,
Cause I think this lovey-dovey day is a fuckin peice of shit.
So, here's my story... what else can I say?
Cupid can suck my cock, Love bites my ass...  and fuck Valentines Day.

Sorry cupid, sorry valentine and most importantly sorry chatter-box...
for i let you fall again...

** chatterbox is a series which i shall introduce soon, delving deeper into the voice within.

for 99% shall always remain in my blood.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

the 13th post...

This is my 13th post.
I don't know how i survived for so long...
Never thought i would make it this far,
Never knew i could write so much. Never knew i had the patience.
Kind of scary, just like it isn't the real me. isn't it.
The number "13"
This son of a bitch has a scary tinge to it.
Since childhood we are fuckin scared of this number.
I am shit scared of  "13" and i ain't messing up with this dude

The fear of the number "13" is called TRISKAIDEKAPHOBIC and it was derived from treiskaideka, the Greek word for thirteen and phobia.
Maybe i am TRISKAIDEKAPHOBIC, maybe not...

"13" The British Navy built a ship named Friday the 13th.
On its maiden voyage, the vessel left dock on a Friday the 13th, and was never heard of again...

"13" The ill-fated Apollo 13 launched at 13:13 CST on Apr. 11, 1970. The sum of the date's digits (4-11-70) is 13 (as in 4+1+1+7+0 = 13). The explosion that crippled the spacecraft occurred on April 13th (however, not a Friday).

"13" Many hospitals have no room no.13, while most of the sky-scrapers skip the13th floor.
"13" Butch Cassidy, notorious American train and bank robber, was born on Friday, April 13, 1866.
"13" Fidel Castro was born on Friday, Aug. 13, 1926.
"13" President Franklin D. Roosevelt would not travel on the 13th day of any month and would never host 13 guests at a meal.
"13" Napoleon and Herbert Hoover were also triskaidekaphobic, with an abnormal fear of the number 13.

"13" Superstitious diners in Paris can hire a quatorzieme, or a professionallly paid 14th guest.

"13" Mark Twain once was the 13th guest at a dinner party. A friend warned him not to go. "It was bad luck," Twain later told the friend, "They only had food for 12."

"13" Woodrow Wilson considered 13 his lucky number, though his experience didn't support such faith. He arrived in Normandy, France on Friday, Dec. 13, 1918, for peace talks, only to return with a treaty he couldn't get Congress to sign. (The ship's crew wanted to dock the next day due to superstitions). He toured the United States to rally support for the treaty, and while traveling, suffered a near-fatal stroke...

"13" The number 13 suffers due to its position after 12, according to numerologists who consider the number 12 to be a complete number. Hence, we have... 
12 months in a year,
12 signs of the zodiac,
12 gods of Olympus,
12 labors of Hercules,
12 tribes of Israel,
12 apostles of Jesus,
12 days of Christmas &
12 eggs in a dozen.


I, thefallenhero, would like to pay a Tribute to "13"
for being so unlucky for so many people, so far...

Hence, as a mark of R.E.S.P.E.C.T. to "13" ,
no drunken typing, no narcotic thinking, no abusing google and everything else good...
no big ideas, no innovative gimmicks, no constructive criticism, no selective sarcasm. No real takes on pot-holes, no pot shots at hot shots. No bull-shit, No non-sense, No short-takes on GOOGLE AD-Sense, Sorry NO OFFENCE. No religious sentiments, no frivolous adjustments. no PR, FR, CR. whatever that means... you figure it out. phew...

And with this, i conclude this post ( i don't wanna fuck with the "13" )
Remembering all my precious previous posts in chronological order...
1. Prelude to the fallenhero
2. It's where it all started
3. DSP Black, Thumbs UP...
4. Fallenisms : August 2010
5. Black
6. Agenda : Your's, Theirs & Mine.
7. Fallenisms : September 2010
8. Relevance to Reality : September 2010
9. Fallenisms : October 2010
10. When Old Monk took over DSP Black
11. Non Alcoholic 1st time
12. When the Flush got mind F**ked
13.Fallenisms : January 2011
14. Fallenisms : February 2011

HOLY fuckin crap.... this is actually my 15th post.
Then in that case....
FUCK "13".
This number has been fucking everyone since a long fuckin time.
Sometimes, when i sit down and think,
"It's high time we give it back, give it back to bad luck...
                                                                   and give it back with interest"

I fall again, but this time around, i just missed my bad luck...

for 99% shall always remain in my blood...

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Fallenisms : February 2011

Fallenisms is a completely non original piece of dark side of the human satire or otherwise. Copied, ripped, pirated, flicked, translated, hacked, derived, assumed and imitated short takes on life through the eyes of the fallen hero…
Fallenisms now in it's 6th month and the month not many years ago i as born
Nothing is original, Not even me. Not even my birthday, not even my mere existence
Atleast that’s what i tell myself month on month, year on year...
                                                                                                     -- The fallen hero

Sometimes when i sit down and think,
                       if i rape a whore, is it still called rape or is that shoplifting?

             Honk if you want to see my finger

"Sometimes when i sit down and think, 
                                    why am i diagonally parked in a parallel universe"

"I tried sniffing coke once, 
                                      but the ice cubes got stuck in my nose"

" Sometimes when i sit down and think, 
                              why am i innocent like a baby in a topless bar "

"You try hard and make it idiot-proof, 
                       and someone will try even harder to make a better idiot"

"Sometimes when i sit down and think, 
                            if i just tell the truth i don't have to remember anything"

please give me some fuckin patience, AND GIVE IT TO ME NOW...!!

" There's way too much blood in my nicotine-supply "

"what is a free gift, aren't all gifts fuckin free "

"Sometimes when i sit down and think, the day is not far when we shall spend all our youth to earn money and spend all our money to obtain youth back again..."

       What's the speed of dark? 

"Women who aspire to be equal to men, 
                         lack ambition..."

Sometimes when i sit down and think,
Name : thefallenhero 
Age : 27
Requirement : meaningful overnight relationship