I secretly believe that one day, on the other side of the universe, heartless people will be given a heart. I keep confusing that one day with now, but I keep thinking about the day when all vibrations will meet with love, and all wounds will vanish, somehow, somehow, in the only possible way...

“We gave them the idea that consuming is an act of defiance.” These words from The Target Shoots First are burning in my blood, making me desperate that I am here on this Earth, face to face with a million awful and lovable zombies. I know how grave these words are.

Irony: In high school, I fantasized about being an Indian temple whore out of Siddhartha; a couple of years later, I was sitting in the back of truck in Southern China, looking into the ruthless eyes of a sex trafficker. I avoided being sold to a brothel by an inch. It is almost mystical.

You realize that most of the things that you have taken in with your mother's milk, are a collection of folklore. Random approximations, inaccurate statements seeded with a possibility for love. Kali Yuga is not a joke.

Personally, I believe that being a stripper is a job like any other job. Some people allow others to bite into their personal space by coming to the office and doing all things useless, and some do it by taking off their clothes in front of clueless strangers. Not a major difference.

Zombies and greatest feats, love that is bigger than skies and that will one day save us, indescribable joy of meeting reality and great depression of touching the numb.