Muffin Monster Sundaes

The Muffin Monster unlike the other ones.... works on Sundays.... According to it ... the Almighty rests on Sunday ... hence protection available to victims on Sundays would be the least.... For a monster, the Muffin Monster has some amazing Kotler-esque Welch oriented Bransoniacal mindset... wouldn't look out of place in Kellogs or Harvard.... or even Hogwarts methinks.... 

But how can one work on a Sunday... everything about the Sun Day says no work... Who wants to work in the sun anyways? But the Muffin Monster is a paradox to all assumptions that are created on the necessity of survival by the same idiot who invented the tooth brush to condemn millions of people to rubbing their teeth twice daily with a bunch of thistles attached to a stick.... That was one person who could have been prevented by a thin sheath of latex.... :( 

Lifes great mysteries... But what about this Muffin Monster? Will Sundays become a think of the past?? Will it influence Saturday night parties too?? 

The Tsunami is coming....................................

The Great Escape

No this is not about the WW 2 Book..... No this is not about the movie... the cooler king Hilts nearly making that jump ..... actually it is something about it.... something about that jump.... which we all strive to make.. but we are always unable to.. the barbed wire keeps us in check... if you know what I mean... most of us do not bothering jumping and the ones who do lack conviction.... the latter may sound better than the first option but getting stuck in the barbed wire is not that great an experience....
This is about me... I plan to make the great escape.. I have failed... many times... I have strived many times to get beyond the barbed wire which in my case stands for the perceptions of a vague society which does not believe in itself or its own kind......
I have tried to get along in this world... I am not perfect.... I am arrogant... I am not good... I am selfish.... I am not rational... I am uncouth.... But whatever I am... I don't see myself fit into the grand plan of things happening around me....
I do not want all the money, I do not want all the women, I do not want all the drugs... I do not want anything at all from any of you around me... I do not even beg for your company... but the least you can offer me is your honesty....
No one is perfect because of one thing.... the perceptions imposed upon us by whomsoever we let dominate our thinking.... if that is going to be the case for all of us ... then why do we have the ability to think ... as we are not using it...we are unable to see beyond what we have been told.. we are unworthy of such a power....

We should just be happy we are all mundane elements without the ability to move or act....

Hence... I plan my Great Escape... I do not care about making a difference... But I can atleast show the mundane elements around me that there's more to life than their vague perceptions....

God be with you all.... Cause you sure as hell cant help yourselves...!!

The Muffin Monster meets my Mom

So here I am, Mommy's little Gramps.... sitting off the coast of New York in East Havana, when I see it... I thought it was in Dubai... Whats it doing In Cuba... Castro is down, Che has been long gone... What do we do?

Mommy... I Screamed... to no avail.... Mommy was busy.... busy with some frontal stabbing on this thing they call facebook.... now whatever the case... if Mommy took someone's case... then they wouldnt be left with a 'face'book.... thats for another time.... but Mommy was oblivious to the danger coming out of the Ocean... Something that was far more dangerous than the Bay of Pigs.... Tony Montana would have been scared at this.....

But in the midst of all this ... in the lull of the tsunami... Mommy looks up.... and smiles at it... nearly giving me a heart attack.... Mommy is an online friend of the Muffin Monster....

If the Mommy and the Muffin Monster are friends... Who's gonna save them kids....

The Kids definitely Ain't Alright....!!!!