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Su_Tshant Basnet Kazi (Rajput-Chhetri) Devil In Disguise I'm God

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  • su_tshant 1d

    J.Harrison - BD.

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    You never regret the ones you do, you always regret the ones you don’t.

  • su_tshant 1w

    In this sweet melody of the beating rain....
    When the gentle gust comes down sudden through the pane...
    And slackens down as it touches my face to reach my crotch......
    Beneath the cloudy sky
    I lie naked,on my bed.....
    How i wish you were here.....
    Pinning me down,kissing me on my neck and everywere.......
    As dim light rolls down the sky to strikes your pubic hair.....
    Shining as a moon in the dark...
    Oh..those perfect round cupped breast....
    Warmth of our body we would share...
    How the aroma of your skin would sail the cold breeze and how it would get me intoxicated.....
    And i would admire your perfectly curved body...
    Nibbling on your ears....
    How i wish you were here...!!
    Oh! How i wish you were here..!!!

  • su_tshant 1w

    Get drunk, intoxicated yourself!
    Observe, and enjoy...
    Say nothing, do nothing...
    Observe...
    Enjoy...
    Drink fine wines..
    Drink fine poetry..
    Arts..
    Get high on love..
    On hurt..
    Make a cocktail..
    Say nothing
    Do nothing..
    Drink
    Get drunk..
    Observe..
    Watch everything..
    See everything..
    Be Horous .. or a whore..
    Know everything but choose not to interfere..
    Ignore...
    Ignorance is blissful..
    Know nothing and choose to learn...
    To hell with the world..
    Fuck it! Get fucked..
    Clench your butt..
    Ignore..
    Ignorance is bliss..
    Think of buddha...
    They were 9 of them...
    Only one made it! Who are you?
    Who am I?
    Why are you ?
    Why am I?
    Doesn't matter...
    Flush yourself down the pipe..
    I was Jesus once...
    Buddha.
    Shiva ..
    Osiris...
    Odin...
    Zeus.
    Thoth ..
    I was once a thought...
    I was everything. .
    And nothing..
    So were you. .
    So why not smile...
    Smile..
    Smile often..
    Smile without any reason..
    Without any doubt...
    Let them judge you..
    Why do you care..?
    Why should you care?
    Let them call you crazy...
    What do they know..
    What do you know..?
    Puke and piss ,on a canvas..
    Create art out of your shit...
    Why do you care..?
    Fuck them...
    Without a condom...
    Infect them..
    Get infected..
    It's simple as that..
    Get drunk, intoxicate yourself!


    It's the shortcut to enlightenment...

  • su_tshant 1w

    Get drunk, intoxicated yourself!
    Observe, and enjoy...
    Say nothing, do nothing...
    Observe...
    Enjoy...
    Drink fine wines..
    Drink fine poetry..
    Arts..
    Get high on love..
    On hurt..
    Make a cocktail..
    Say nothing
    Do nothing..
    Drink
    Get drunk..
    Observe..
    Know everything but choose not to interfere..
    Ignore...
    Ignorance is blissful..
    To hell with the world..
    Fuck it! Get fucked..
    Clench your butt..
    Ignore..
    Ignorance is bliss..
    Think of buddha...

    It's the shortcut to enlightenment...

  • su_tshant 2w

    As decided the night prior, this was to be the final time of us seeing each other. I stared down at her face and ran my finger on her freckles trying to carve the letter "S" on her cheek. She was still asleep, still full with red wine from last night. I decided to memorize her body, her smell. I sniffed her hair and they smelled like wild berries. Her pink little lips looked soft and lovely, I was tempted to kiss them but decided not to. I had lost all my rights. She moaned and twisted a little as I lifted the sheet off to memorize her body which looked bleak under the white sheet except for her pink little nipples. I don't remember the last time I'd cried but I was getting pretty close when it dawned upon me that every relationship in this world was based upon some sort of fib, which was beyond me. Since I'm from the world and not the other way around, I had to abide by it's rule no matter how shitty. I got off the bed to the table at the end of it, scribbled a goodbye note.Tore the paper off the pad,balled it and tossed it into the bin. I didn't want to leave her with hopes, it would have been both selfish and wrong.




    ©su_tshant

  • su_tshant 2w

    People begin to lose their interest in you when they stop finding themselves in you.
    ©su_tshant

  • su_tshant 2w

    I have dealt with enough of her bullshit over the years but nothing vexes me more than her “Always be Positive, think positive, do positive," attitude. I bet she smells roses in her shit. I’m just the opposite of her, I always think of the worst possible outcome and wear it as a life jacket. That may be the very reason why knowing what she did didn’t lead me into the dark suicidal pit of depression. I had already anticipated that one day she is to fuck behind my back or leave me, when we were under the sheet for the very first time. “I shall always be by your side, as long as you fuck me good and spend enough to keep me hot.” She had said and I had managed enough to pull up a flummoxing smile not knowing what she really meant, I thought of it to be of something positive.

    “That whore has sucked you dry like a flea.” Said Johnny gulping down on his whiskey in one breath; when I told him about her fucking some guy behind my back. “I Believe so John!”  “I just don’t know what to do" I told him staring deep into the glass of whiskey in my hand. "Do you know who the guy is?" Asked Johnny almost enthusiastically."No!"
    "Does she know that you know?" "No! I don't think so!" "But I'm gonna piss on his whiskey."
    “You know what? you need a breather my friend! You need to get out more,have fun, find some girls! We need to get out in the serene arms of nature like old times! Perhaps visit Africa or go fishing, or go fishing in Africa, meet Himba people, they offer their women to their guests, did you know that? "You're always after someone else's woman aren't you?" "It's the custom of the Himba's." "OR learn why an extra limb hangs between their men legs.” “Gravity!" I told him. “we don’t know that yet!” he told me, and he was right, there’s no way to prove gravity, even the brightest of minds cannot tell us how or why does the gravity work. So it was decided, me and Johnny were blessing the Himba's with our godly presence.

    "Where the fuck do you think you're going?"
    she shrieked as I was stuffing my suitcase with my clothes, a pair of sandals, shoes and some toiletries and other things of necessity. “I’m leaving your hippo ass.” I yelled back and went into the kitchen onto pouring myself with a parting glass of whiskey. When I came back into the room she was already ransacking my luggage, murmuring obscenities. “you fucking crazy bitch, why don’t I murder your ass?” I raged, kicking on the trousers that laid on the ground. I drove off to Johnny’s place, he’d already booked the tickets for the next day. “don’t worry about the lodging Henry, I’ve already talked with this safari agency they’re gonna provide us a campervan and we have the Himba’s.” He said. “Do Himba women suck dick?” I enquired. “I wouldn’t know that. Perhaps their men do.” “I’d anticipated that.” That’s still better than getting mauled by a pride of lions or getting raped by an elephant.


    When I had first met her she had the innocence of a child, it almost made be blue and it definitely made her weak. I’d never thought she would survive the cruelty and harshness of this stinking world. But over the years she has proved me wrong, not only has she survived but she's fucking thrived.
    I hadn’t told Johnny yet! But I was plotting to murder her and frame him. He never has said anything to me but I’ve seen it in his eyes, he has a thing for her. They don’t know that I know they’ve been fucking around behind my back. By inviting me to this trip he's only made things easier for me. I can almost visualize  the headline “ White male 34, 5’9” tall, Raped by an African bull elephant on heat while on safari."

  • su_tshant 3w

    Theodore! The bastard child..
    product of blitheful time..
    was born with darkness in his heart..
    evil in his mind..
    Even as a child his actions had nothing but hatred to opine.
    He held the cat by it's tail and wind..
    twisted the neck of birds just to feel divine.
    he grew up to be a teen, he grew up more malign..
    sick and tired of his actions unclean, evil unforeseen..
    his parents kicked him out. He was just fifteen..
    out in the street he met a homeless girl named Jasmine..
    jasmine was 19, filthy unclean, twat stink..
    But clear at mind, with heart benign..
    had circumstances been right, she'd be living fine..
    She saw Ted! with his wilted face..
    offered him a shed and put some rotting fruits on his plate, dug from the nearby garbage..
    Ted bristled at first, but with empty stomach, he gave up..
    The fruit was succulous, with an empty stomach he did what he thought is must..
    his twisting gut needed more, more fruits as such!
    Ted looked at Jasmine with rage, he thought jasmine was more privileged..
    for she had fruits to throw at his plate..
    "surely!" he thought "surely! she must have a lot!"
    "one more please!" he begged.
    " if you need something to eat" said Jasmine "you should learn to scavenge"..
    "I can help you, if you will, I could train"
    Ted wasn't having any of such nonsense..
    "surely!" he thought "surely! she must have a lot!"
    with rage Ted got overwrought, distraught he picked a rock..
    and crushed Jasmine's head...
    he spat and pissed on her body dead..
    as it laid, in it's own pool of blood and scattered brain..
    he went to the nearby bin rummaging through to find something sharp..
    to cut open her stomach, to pull out her heart..
    For he had flesh to eat, blood to drink..
    Why would he go scavenging?

    © Su_tshant

  • su_tshant 5w

    Darling! I'm emotionally dead yet I aspire to be a poet..
    See, the determination in me? If my words don't make you believe, I don't know what will!

  • su_tshant 7w

    Sometimes I feel like a tragedy stricken clown putting on a show for the dead. The more I try to pacify, the more suicidal I feel.