Stench of self hatred covered in sauce of insanity...

As i walked down the road, The galloping maniac collided with an old tramp. I walked by almost oblivious to the chaos on roadside. All that I could think about was; which one is better for lunch; Chilly Corn Manchurian or Dry Corn Manchurian?? [sigh… whatever happend to the..]
I definitely felt insane for a moment, when i realized… I like chilly corn more!
[Probably the old tramp died, probably he did not. Probably the galloping maniac went to do his time in prison, probably he got away with a grin. All I could tell myself on my way back, that I made a wrong choice; I should have tried Dry Corn Manchurian!]

If life was a tree, and leaves were feelings. Then probably, this is my AUTUM! I am not dead, but I ain’t look any better. God bless my insane soul.