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seeking saturation: Satellite
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Monday, May 04, 2015. When you built an altar in the sky. You built a moon,. You extracted it like a tooth,. And it floated in front of my eyes. For a brief lifetime. And now you send your minions. To fetch rocks from her. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Music is their monkey. Guwahati/Vadodara, Gujarat/Assam, India. View my complete profile.
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seeking saturation: June 2013
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Monday, June 24, 2013. We shall weed out poetry with justice. We shall weed out justice with news. We shall fry our livers. All hail the flying spaghetti monster. I am mad, so is my head. Either you are crazy or i must be god. What did you with all the semen? Seldom serendipity suffered you. Not until she buffered you. On her ice stream. But i will still whisper. My lord's name,. The flying spaghetti god-head. You are filled with horrors. Why don't we lose our virgin teeth. And start eating landmass.
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Side, Please | Page 2
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Newer posts →. Nothing (In four parts). April 19, 2008. Thing I am good at. I try (maybe not hard enough),. It ends up looking like this. I remember this Ogden Nash book lying around at home. My brother had picked it up, and though I never saw him read it, he knew all the clever ones. Clever chap, my brother. I remember being asked to ‘commit them to memory’ (as opposed to ‘by heart-ing them’). I did. But I didn’t like it. I’m not comfortable with confrontation. A friend of mine now is now part of a band.
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Peripheral vision, man. | All what jazz, I say
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All what jazz, I say. Laquo; Diving in! We wend our way. Peripheral vision, man. November 7, 2007. One’s conversation and writing can give the impression that one ignores certain aspects of life on earth. For instance, I might be thought of as the sort of person who is blissfully unaware of hip-hop, or Bollywood, or Africa. Not so. I am aware. I am dimly aware. (Except in the case of Africa. I have no clue what is going on in Africa.). The Times of India,. I am able to remember. Peripheral Vision Man was...
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seeking saturation: Exposed
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Tuesday, June 02, 2015. These humanoids did not spare anyone, took pictures of all the clandestine deals and embarrassing moments of the high and mighty and poorest of the foot-soldiers that held on to the idea of this state. These pictures had all the fodder to make one gigantic satirical film of our time - from the most embarrassing pictures of politicians having an illicit affair, President of a Corporation a. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Music is their monkey. View my complete profile.
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seeking saturation: February 2013
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Friday, February 01, 2013. Every night, a city limps back to its glory. Cities are full of stories. Of bye lanes and fast moving trains. Cities weep at night. Between neon and ozone. They exchange smog and rubble. Cities analyse their statistics. Finally cities mockingly smile at each other. And go back to being unconscious. Once met a long story,. They were written around the same time. About the same people. The shorter one narrated his story. Precisely to what longer one described. But the shorter one.
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Lantern's End: November 2006
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Grappling with some greys. Saturday, November 04, 2006. Rhythm to my rhyme. Soul to my smile. Guilt to my crime. Ego to my pride. Stealth to my guile. Lost my tandem to thoughts most random. Spangled sticks and fangled dreams. All in all a pretty nice day. Posted by PrlJay at 12:02 AM. Thursday, November 02, 2006. So yesterday was sitting in the smoke room with the duende. It's all fucked up, it's all fucked up. We can only nuke us all and start afresh". Turning and turning in the widening gyre. Mere ana...
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Lantern's End: August 2007
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Grappling with some greys. Sunday, August 12, 2007. Somewhere beyond the rainbow flag. Of dreams that die hard and pop up in your sleep. the child in me grew, the desire remained; to see the land of beautiful muddy jeeps and smiley red faced weather blown men who wore dresses that ended at the knees. i had to go. a child all grown now with some pennies aside. and company i'll forever treasure. Posted by PrlJay at 4:14 AM. View my complete profile.
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Lantern's End: March 2011
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Grappling with some greys. Thursday, March 31, 2011. Yesterday, things were so much simpler. We were younger you see. More ready to love. Too stupid to care. Yesterday, we didn’t belong. We were lonely you see. Yesterday, we laughed with the moon. We were feverish you see. Crazy, smitten, fresh. Answering the lone wolf’s call. Yesterday, we were free you see. Not so today dear friend. And so dear friend. You and I must now end. Ground into a crowd of a million faces. Back where we perhaps belonged.
