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Halal Meat: Itch

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Tuesday, 31 December 2013. It hurts to think that we can never go back to the way we were last year. I never thought I'd get the 'itch' with you but I have it and it won't go away! Come to think of it, I have the 'itch' with almost everyone I know now. I just can't appreciate people the way I used to; I just can't love the way I used to. There's always something holding me back. Judgement? Maybe I'm terrible. but I'm just trying to become! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Elmo’s christmas tail.

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Halal Meat: December 2013

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Tuesday, 31 December 2013. It hurts to think that we can never go back to the way we were last year. I never thought I'd get the 'itch' with you but I have it and it won't go away! Come to think of it, I have the 'itch' with almost everyone I know now. I just can't appreciate people the way I used to; I just can't love the way I used to. There's always something holding me back. Judgement? Maybe I'm terrible. but I'm just trying to become! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Elmo’s christmas tail.

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Halal Meat: July 2013

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Monday, 1 July 2013. You smell like a broken calculator and taste like a toothpick. You look mathematical but sound metaphorical. Your hair is like a rainbow of shoes. Your fingers, an assortment of oranges. Your eyes, coal burning in a computer. My toe thinks like a goat. My hair eats water and drinks aeroplanes. My underwear is a cold cold cabbage. My glasses are light bulbs. I am an imaginary lollipop. Inspired by Karishma Ka Karishma. Bloomed like pineapple cake. Combed by cold blankets.

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Halal Meat: Un-Cliché?

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Monday, 1 July 2013. You smell like a broken calculator and taste like a toothpick. You look mathematical but sound metaphorical. Your hair is like a rainbow of shoes. Your fingers, an assortment of oranges. Your eyes, coal burning in a computer. My toe thinks like a goat. My hair eats water and drinks aeroplanes. My underwear is a cold cold cabbage. My glasses are light bulbs. I am an imaginary lollipop. Inspired by Karishma Ka Karishma. Bloomed like pineapple cake. Combed by cold blankets.

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Halal Meat: June 2012

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Monday, 25 June 2012. Exercise, Daddy and Other Musings. My father says he wants me to talk openly with him. He wants me to tell him my vision for my future, where I see myself in ten years time and what the purpose of my life is. He maintains that he's always allowed for us to openly express ourselves. I sit across the table from him and think to myself: 'What lies! Why are you sick of life? And I don't know what to say. I know she's right and I want to change, I just don't know how. Monday, 18 June 2012.

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Halal Meat: December 2012

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Wednesday, 26 December 2012. I no longer have passion, ambition or goals. I was skeptical about my college education before enrolling but part of me still hoped that I would find some meaning, some purpose in the bound stacks of paper we call course packs, some direction from the teachers who hold promise in the eyes of the other freshman or some divine sense of spirituality in the various forms of drugs college students experiment with. I desperately wish to be one of them but I've accepted that that is...

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Halal Meat: March 2013

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Saturday, 2 March 2013. I haven't written anything for months now. I don't have the patience to read for fun and I've fallen into the habit of watching movies that don't require a whole lot of thinking. I couldn't stand the sight of Dorian Gray watching me watch Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham so I locked him up, along with all the other books on the shelf. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Elmo’s christmas tail. Improbable Letters 2.0. In a Cocoa Shell. Notes from the Self. Karachi: home, no more.

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Halal Meat: October 2012

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Monday, 1 October 2012. I end up spending the night because he has an AC and a nice big bed and I'm too stoned to find a rikshaw to take me back to campus. In the morning he asks if I'll come visit him again and I nod my head. When I get back to campus, I'm met with the expected inquiries of my friends 'Where have you been? I reply calmly 'I spent the night at a relatives.'. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Elmo’s christmas tail. Improbable Letters 2.0. In a Cocoa Shell. Notes from the Self.

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Halal Meat: July 2012

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Saturday, 28 July 2012. I Run in the Dark. I rush home, craving the warmth of my mother's embrace and the touch of her soft fingers on my back. I am convinced that she can fix everything. I arrive home and run into her room only to be met by an accusatory 'Agae? Saturday, 14 July 2012. If they saw who I really was, would they burn me alive? What if they knew about my views, my sexuality and my lack of religious belief? Would I be dubbed a madman and be roasted alive? Thursday, 12 July 2012. We were all t...