I feel a need to re-watch old Woody Allen movies. Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Wall Street brokers.

So after deciding that a Ghostface song or any song from that fucking Unicorns album would be a copout, I figured I should go with what I know.

Is where I blog these days. I might blog at Chai Kada again. If the red slayer think he slays,. Or if the slain think he is slain,. They know not well the subtle ways. I keep, and pass, and turn again. If you tremble indignation at every injustice then you are a comrade of mine.

Rape or arson, poison, or the knife. Has wove no pleasing patterns in the stuff. But I sold my freedom. For free room and board,. Like a monkey in a zoo. Sunday, September 28, 2008. Catch not what in the shape of the wake,. Tethering sounds of voices, so elfen.

Thursday, March 06, 2008. This post about the Smiths is going to be tricky. He said, slightly sheepishly, that for a moment he wanted to be. I also read a research paper.

I see her tripping where the bright streams play, happy as the daisies that dance on her way. Especially loved the first page and the musings. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.

Thursday, March 31, 2011. Yesterday, things were so much simpler. We were younger you see. We were lonely you see. Yesterday, we laughed with the moon. We were feverish you see. Crazy, smitten, fresh. Yesterday, we were free you see. Not so today dear friend. You and I must now end. Ground into a crowd of a million faces. Back where we perhaps belonged.

On Anthropomorphic Personification And Related Phenomenon. Surprisingly, it came second. And so, preparations for the marriage were initiated and, as a surprise for him, she, knowing that he had pined for his parents since the day they had been placed under foster care, went about searching for them in the hope of finding them .

Monday, May 19, 2008. I can now be found at versethanpoetry. This blog is currently comatose. Thursday, May 15, 2008. Instant messaging killed the in-person star. Sigh i too am part of the batches that were subjected to 24-hour internet and compulsory computers. not that i minded the convenience of it all. and i mean REALLY got to me.