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The Days Of Our Lives: July 2007
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The Days Of Our Lives. The past.the present.the future! Thursday, July 19, 2007. GrasshopperBoy saves the day! I'm 24. Live in New Delhi, India. Passed out from IIT Bombay. Unknown to most people, I am also the super hero known as GrasshopperBoy. View my complete profile. I no longer live here anymore. I dont understand women. The unreachable greener pasture. Of retarded reality shows and a request to their p. Why I Love Video Games. The end of carefree days. Mindless Movie Marathon I.
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The Days Of Our Lives: May 2006
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The Days Of Our Lives. The past.the present.the future! The Argument And The Ego. Wednesday, May 31, 2006. What is an argument really? I feel that it is nothing more than a difference of opinion. When 2 (or more) people cannot come to a consensus, thats an argument right there. Arguments can be pretty dangerous. Arguments can wreck lives. Arguments can devour entire nations. All because arguments have the ability to turn love into hate. The Mind is a wonderful creation indeed! Right Where We Belong?
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Purple Gaze: August 2010
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I snap. A little less here. Tuesday, August 17, 2010. There isn't much to say. Or maybe, there's a lot. Squeezed into chinks and corners. But I no more fancy broken, bloodied nails. Just because they have scrapes of soundless, dank nights on them. Some day, I'll come scurrying for words again. Till then, I'll be greedy, restless and wide awake. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Sense and Non Sense. Random thoughts from a confused mind. There isnt much to say. Or maybe, theres a lot. .
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Purple Gaze: January 2010
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I snap. A little less here. Thursday, January 14, 2010. Roughly ten years before I discovered how fashionable or intellectually uplifting it was to be a soul lost in bowls of all sorts, I discovered Backstreet Boys. If there is anything that could compare to my first tryst with the then rebellious lyrics (. Am I Original, Am I the only one, Am I se-x-ual. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Sense and Non Sense. Random thoughts from a confused mind. View my complete profile.
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Palimpsests: June 2014
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Saturday, June 7, 2014. Song of the Banshee. As the moon rose within her womb. She covered her face. Tears that could give birth. To babies with ten heads—. Clutched in each paw. A wail arose from her self. A lullaby that had once put. Many would join,. They would sing and rejoice—. A chorus of sirens,. Each with an unborn baby. The babies have grown up—. Men with innocent stubbles. They have fallen silent—. Afraid of the melody,. Teeming with the coldness of memory. And the warmth of abandon.
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X Steps Forward: November 2007
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And says something. I lean back and listen. Sunday, November 25, 2007. Taking up from where i left off. So what do you do? Throw caution to the wind, reach out an eager hand, pluck it off and take the fatal bite? Fatal not because you're going to die, but because once you give in, your inhibitions are for all practical purposes dead forever. Or do you remain content just flirting - just heightening the sensation to the point of no-return, and then pulling back? Posted by themovingfinger @ 12:40 pm.
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X Steps Forward: April 2007
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And says something. I lean back and listen. Wednesday, April 11, 2007. And I won't need anything else. Yet there is something disturbing as well. were it not for the distance and the years, would love still remain? Would proximity breed familiarity n familiarity monotony n monotony a dull comfort? Posted by themovingfinger @ 2:45 pm. View my complete profile. Im depressed. I want to sit in a corner and weep. You know how it is when u think that boy likes you.
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X Steps Forward: May 2008
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And says something. I lean back and listen. Wednesday, May 21, 2008. WHITE HAIR, I kid you not - NOOOOOO- this can't be happening! I'm frightened, I actually am. Time's winged chariot is hurtling down Runway 5 at break neck speed I say, and I'm so busy smelling the roses, I haven't noticed. You know what -I think i'll skip the ride, stand on the sidelines, and wave to those aboard. Posted by themovingfinger @ 12:44 am. Monday, May 12, 2008. Posted by themovingfinger @ 9:49 pm. View my complete profile.
