nonsense in a subconscious mind

Tensed. Torn. Tempted to try that thing. Time-ful. And random things come to you over a smoke. What if there was a term called black grass? A term not invented by me right now, but there in Oxford, Websters or Google? Ms Word would, as usual, not have it. Curved red line. Black grass. Marijuana? Pubic hair? Name of a death metal band?
Ok next thought.What if you had bliss? And just when you feel you have it, it ends? *Shudder shudder*. Topic change.
I did fall in love at least once. Do I still love her? Nah, I've moved on. Cos she's not mine. Baba says, "If she be not for me, what care I, how fair she be?"
What if I made Brajesh read this? "Kyun likhta hai be yeh sab, kya sense hai"?
What would happen if i took LSD, just once. Is it possible that I'd go mad.
Am I happy? Yes I am. Cos I am not sad. That's happiness for me.
I've heard Don Williams so many times that he seems boring now.
How do I preserve all these thoughts? Create a blog, may be? I've been deferring it. But once I do, it's done no?
That's what happens over a lonely smoke on Cauvery terrace. I think nonsense. And think too random. And think too many random things. And I can't tell all this to anyone. People don't have time to hear sense, let alone nonsense.
But Carroll did speak nonsense. Or did he? Perhaps not.
Ishqiya was nonsense. To me at least. I could find no sense in it. What stupid ending! And they call it an art film.
Art film in the Indian context probably means an undecipherable ending most times.
What's gonna happen of me after passing out? Will I go for litigation? Would I be successful? Or would I end up like an idiot, working for Luthra sa'ab or Mr. Shardul Shroff? Sonal wants to be an IAS. Good. Ah, competitive exams. Hard work. Chheh! No.
Ok the nonsense is getting long. I have already blown enough CO2 smoke on the tree. Retirement.