no i am not! just because i write wierd things doesnt mean i'm hiding viscious secrets from you. i dont hide any secrets from anybody...and thats because i dont have any secrets most of the time. i have a very unhappening life unlike yours. so you cant just appear at blogger once in a blue moon and write wierd comments.ok? bicranial quadripad...
Airways
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Grief is a big black crow
Lodged in my throat
Ruffling it's feathers
Holding that note
That claws the harshest
As it tends to bloat
Outwards and down...
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It is raining. It rains here in fits and spurts superimposed on a general
background of rain. Broken cobbles punch through tattered streams of water
on the...
What Else to Watch III
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Jack.
Boy A
Abandon selective targeting. Shoot everything.
28 Weeks Later
What do you see?
Sunshine
I don't want to go home.
Monsters
Bloody hell. I'm go...
My Father bought me a Lonely Planet India.
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I feel like traveling a lot these days. It's a pity that I can't. I hate
not having money. I usually occupy myself by planning out trips to here and
there...
12 am and Choco Chip Ice Cream.
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It is 12 am and I only got that right the third time because I kept holding
down shift and typing !@.It is my brother's birthday and I should be
wishing hi...
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I am waiting for a break through. There's a dam being built, slowly,
carefully - built solely for the purpose of accumulating, absorbing,
refining and then...
Day zero.
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Hi.
Day before yesterday, I was reading about this concert the Pet shop Boys
had around 30th June this year.
Yesterday.
There was something unique about...
Angel
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She put her palms on the table and with their support stood up. Around her,
the people mindlessly chatting away, all looked up at her. She was
radiating so...
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yeahh i know.
i could start with my mother's |contentment with mediocrity| diatribe, but i shall let that pass.
mmmmmmm
oblivion, kiddo, is very sweet.
very very sweet.
oh for chrissake...
just bloody give up
I WANT TO KNOW.
You're hiding a viscous secret from me.
no i am not!
just because i write wierd things doesnt mean i'm hiding viscious secrets from you.
i dont hide any secrets from anybody...and thats because i dont have any secrets most of the time. i have a very unhappening life unlike yours.
so you cant just appear at blogger once in a blue moon and write wierd comments.ok?
bicranial quadripad...
oooooooh sticky secretsssssss.
and two skulled four padded things...
oh i'm having such fun with typos lately...
'fowl language'
'you people are such hippocrates'
and now this.
fascinating quadrupeds we are.
CATDOG man....
catdog.
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