silent ramblings of obscurantism

Wrestling had always captivated and captured me tight since my little days. I remember how would I eagerly wait for the entire week and cancel all the chores to catch raw on star sports on Thursdays. As a kid, I was mesmerised by the action that I came across.... I remember trying to replicate the same moves on my buddies, sister, and parents. Well, how badly I tried to stun people...or a choke slam on which I never had a pinch of success. My pillow always was on receiving end of a last ride and a tombstone...and I found a new way to finally get a choke slam done, I tried it in a swimming pool. Buoyancy does make people lighter! Archimedes to the rescue. And the endings were explosive, always a surprise, a hat trick, magic wand does it again. After the pay per views I was left dreaming of the consequences. And when my guy was on losing end...how foul I cried...how bad I felt...felt like myself land in the ring and giving that heel guy a beating of a lifetime. Even I had my own fantasiz

Common knowledge always told that under the influence of alcohol, even walking on a straight line was a difficut task, let alone a curve. Common knowledge always baffled me! So, i tried to undo it , faltering endlessly. The curve i traced around the straight path or precisely the haphazardnous of its very being made me strike the notions-the line had an infinite radius! That chosen moment and hours in vicinity turned out to be the highlight reel of the otherwise disinteresting projection of quagmires of life, reeking endlessly interspersed with numerous 'hanging of computer " phenomenon.I am still painting it for you to see, with the digression in the previous statement.Thought of it as the limit,my array of thoughts digressed more. NOISES! that pulled me out from the haze: "here you have some mint" "the smell ,the breath" "take in gallons of water and pee out even more" "go go go,your room says it all"