The Fabricated Post

It's a world plagued by fiction... But it is fiction I love. In fact it gripped my mind so fiercely that I found myself saying "Lumos" to turn the lights on. Corrupted my brain might be but at least I have faith that the next time someone pulls a gun at me, all I have to do is take a pencil, wave it and say "Expelliarmus". Pencil reminds me of a t.v. show which had this lad with a knuckle head pencil that could bring anything you make to life. But the most disturbing and pitiful aspect of the show was the way the pencil was put use to. Making Bicycles and Candy!!! This is what happens when you hand a pistol to a blind man... As uncle Ben wisely said in Spiderman
"With great powers comes great responsibility"
What a waste of lead and nice clean paper. Who would want to make a bicycle? Even my 8 y/o nephew wants a PS 3, gamecube and an x box 360...
No doubt there are many things i yearn for.. but lets face it.. who would refuse a Lamborghini Gallardo, A shelf full of imported booze and membership to club filled with strippers. Fantasies fantasies...
But what's the point in writing all this. If you had observed closely you would have noticed that it's 3:30 am and Ii am running out of practically anything to write. My eyes are sore, maybe I'm not getting rest.. or maybe it's Eye Cancer. In case you were wondering if it exists. It does. It's right there written somewhere in that Guyton. You just didn't notice . I underlined it VERY CLEARLY.. with PENCIL... Hb 2.5
I once read somewhere "If what I am is what I have and what I have is lost then who am I"
Let us analyze the statement and try to help this confused wise sage.. The answer to this statement depends upon one single factor.. The object that is lost.. Assuming from the above mentioned speculative statement that the person is a writer who lives on minimum wage..

If he loses his job.. he becomes an unemployed soul
And then he loses his faith.. and becomes a desperate unemployed soul
Ultimately he loses his wife and is entitled as a desperate unemployed divorced.. wanker (Now this material is rated pg 13 L)

Let us spare the above person of shame by believing that he was trying to deliver an obscure message. But he should have had payed more attention, instead he was overly indulged in sharpening his pencil...
There are some questions I want the answers for.. these are very critical ones and it's like my whole life depends on them. But they will remain unanswered just like many other questions like why are you reading this post, why was this post not titled as "The Pencil" and why Pakistan will never host any other international sport event apart from "Gilli Danda".. I am a curious person and no doubt curiosity is a killer and I would not be happy if I die. To save myself from such displeasure I continue to live a life of uncertainty...
I once read a lesson, an autobiography of pencil. Yes a pencil has written an autobiography. In which it has illustrated it's exciting 5 day lifespan. In it's intriguing life it was skinned, dragged, chewed by a toddler. Considering it, my life seems to be moderate. And everyones else's too... Miracles are rare. I mean when was the last time we saw a miracle after Zia's plane crashed.
I guess it's high time this post ended. High reminds me I still have some hash left. Third world country has it's own benefits, cops selling hash... what a delight.