Life is paperback fast and also gelatine slow. Mousse head stew. Stuff happened. Stuff keeps happening. Loony keeps libbering. And that's the truth.
Nothing is faint, very little is subtle. It's a loud and cantakerous little piece of truth. With regular cha and mishti intervals. And aloo-bhat-ghee-bhat.
Monsoon is lovely. Melancholy, empathetic... a phenomenal poet... now somewhat faded... like third-rate background music. Tch,tch. So grand, yet common. Like a burial ground and the likes.
Now it's suffocating - all this time and space. Last minute cramming and Coffee nights replaced by another kind of cramming - another kind of mental, physical jamming. What can I say? But Oh vell, vell, vell.
Nothing is faint, very little is subtle. It's a loud and cantakerous little piece of truth. With regular cha and mishti intervals. And aloo-bhat-ghee-bhat.
Monsoon is lovely. Melancholy, empathetic... a phenomenal poet... now somewhat faded... like third-rate background music. Tch,tch. So grand, yet common. Like a burial ground and the likes.
Now it's suffocating - all this time and space. Last minute cramming and Coffee nights replaced by another kind of cramming - another kind of mental, physical jamming. What can I say? But Oh vell, vell, vell.
posted by Loony Libberswick of Llapland at 4:27 PM
4 Comments:
sniff. No-one reads blogs anymore. I hate Orkut :(
Na re, podi, podi...tor blog podte bhallage..only....promise kor DELETE korbi na kokhuno..*regrets* *relief*
Yes no one reads blogs. I hate orkut!
I get so many scraps and no comments. Scraps are crap!
This is more me than my pictures~ People dont understand!!!
Vatsala - won't shut blog
Chamki - Hear hear!
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