Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie. I love the way you lie. 

Like a moth to the flame, I always fall. Deep, hard, fast. With naivete and wonder I reach out, mesmerized by the light. But with fire, when you get too close, you burn. Pain rushes through, to the very edges of my being. Excruciating. Scarring. And yet I always manage to burn myself again and again. Never learning my lesson.

 

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie. I love the way you lie.

 

You had all the right cards, I was on the loosing end. You said all the right words, and I was all ears. Riding on my insecurity, you pushed yourself in. Manipulative. Calculating. Villainous. But you were there for me. I loved every minute of it.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie. I love the way you lie.

Sweet nectar laced with poison, this is what you are. Giving me joy. Killing me. Ecstasy surging thought my veins every time you hold me, kiss me. You gave to me what you were willing to give. I gave to you my all. I offered you my soul, you wanted more.

It's 6am Wednesday morning. I still haven't slept and my sinuses are on the verge of nuclear meltdown. There is nothing left for me to do but crash into bed but I had a feeling that I had to check a couple of blogs before I sleep. And surprise, surprise! Jessica Zafra had something interesting in store for her readers.

Shown above is the result I got after putting some paragraphs of my work on to a text analyzer, to which it would tell you who among the famous authors of lore you write like. The intriguing site could be accessed by clicking the link on the badge above OR you could click HERE.

His name really did not ring any bells (and YET I try to be a writer. For shame.) so I tried Googling his name. Trusting Wikipedia, I ventured forth and immersed myself in their article on the said author:

"Sri Lankabhimanya Sir Arthur Charles Clarke, CBE, FRAS (16 December 1917 – 19 March 2008) was a British science fiction author, inventor, and futurist, most famous for the novel 2001: A Space Odyssey, written in parallel of the script for the eponymous film, co-written with film-director Stanley Kubrick; and as a host and commentator in the British television series Mysterious World. For many years, Robert A. Heinlein, Isaac Asimov, and Arthur C. Clarke were known as the "Big Three" of science fiction."

So he made 2001: A Space Odyssey. That's nice. But then again I was more of a fan of the Fantasy genre. Reading on the rest of the article, a certain tidbit of information piqued my interest:

"On a trip to Florida in 1953 Clarke met and quickly married Marilyn Mayfield, a 22-year-old American divorcee with a young son. They separated permanently after six months, although the divorce was not finalised until 1964. "The marriage was incompatible from the beginning", says Clarke. Clarke never remarried but was close to Leslie Ekanayake, who died in 1977. In his biography of Stanley Kubrick, John Baxter cites Clarke's homosexuality as a reason why Clarke relocated, due to more tolerant laws in regards to homosexuality in Sri Lanka. Journalists who inquired of Clarke whether he was gay were told, "No, merely mildly cheerful." However, Michael Moorcock has written

Everyone knew he was gay. In the 1950s I'd go out drinking with his boyfriend. We met his proteges, western and eastern, and their families: people who had only the most generous praise for his kindness. Self-absorbed he might be, and a teetotaller, but an impeccable gent through and through.

Moorcook's assertion is not supported by other reports, although in an interview in the July 1986 issue of Playboy magazine, Clarke stated "Of course. Who hasn't?" when asked if he has had bisexual experiences."

So, we DO have something in common, other than our peculiar way of writing. Perhaps he was also a chronic procrastinator, but I doubt it. I will look into that later. At least he was featured in Playboy.

Thanks to Jessica Zafra for making my shitty and nasally painful day into a not-so shitty and nasally painful day.

May you have a great afterlife, Mr. Clarke. And I promise, I will read your book. Soon.

I wonder what he liked... Twinks or daddies? I prefer daddies.