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Apr. 20th, 2010 | 11:05 pm
mood: amusedamused

Maybe tomorrow, I will ask you for a ride

To the unstable highway

The temperature drops

To near absolute zero and

Matter disappears. Let's add fuel

To the fire today since

Maybe tomorrow...


 

 


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I could be violet sky

Jan. 15th, 2010 | 09:45 pm

"I'm naming my lounge room 'Karoddo'".

"We'll play 'Life' in it"

"And say, 'hum toh Karoddo mein khelte hain'!!!"




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Appetizers

Dec. 24th, 2008 | 08:55 pm
mood: crazycrazy
music: Rich Boy - Throw some Ds on it

-         Holy Guacamole                                         

Essence of juices

 

-         Carbonated water, starch and crack

Essentially bong

 

-         Hot sugar body scrub

      Colloquial essence

 

 Because, the proceedings depend on the mood the appetizer sets.

 

 


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Violent

Dec. 12th, 2008 | 10:00 pm
mood: crushedcrushed
music: Blister

Fuckingheavens. I can't paint this with my grey or pink feelings when the advertisement here reads 5 Tips to Get a Flat Stomach.

Growls.

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Yattah!

Oct. 26th, 2008 | 04:18 am
mood: workingworking
music: 'Previously on Heroes' seems to be the only thing haunting me as of now.

I believe I just put an earthquake to rest, before time.
I can't rest my right eyebrow. Like I have a plan.
I seem to be desperate about my alter ego. Seem to slurp.
I thought the ginger in my tea totally healed my bad throat of more than twelve years.

Cus after having watched thirteen episodes of Heroes in less than twelve hours, all I wanna do is, Save The World.

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About a girl

Oct. 16th, 2008 | 01:51 am
mood: curiouscurious


This girl, at the place I once interned,
She was in a spit-chew relationship with annoyance.
I think I really love her.

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Love and Tenses

Sep. 29th, 2008 | 03:24 am
mood: dorkydorky
music: I can feel a hot one


His Blue sweatshirt read ‘Flying Machine’

But he was barely aware

Until I pointed it out to him

It’d been a while he’d cared.

Then one day his Yellow bag shone

As if accusing me of stalking

I locked that moment and locked my heart,

Until Dexorange came along, typing.

 

Dexorange was devouring

Dexorange was my choice.

No rebound, yet, it had to go,

And be followed by Turquoise.

 

I forgot about safe landing

While flying in the blue sky

Crashed into the green grass

Hence, Turquoise couldn’t survive.

 

But when I did crash,

What held me was serene

Still carrying me in his arms,

Wearing my heart on his sleeves,

Forever,

Is Green.

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Cloy

Sep. 20th, 2008 | 03:21 pm
mood: sleepysleepy
music: Manic Street Preachers


She made an urgent foot towards her dressing table and gave her kohl eyes a second layer of kohl and a second brimming of tears. Her lips had a red on, so bright and unsuited, it almost seemed immoral.
 
Just when she could hear the laughter mounting outside, and just before her mother could come to get her, she presented herself in a room that was suddenly hushed at the brink of high pitch. Parents were finally getting immune to the embarrassment, guests were intimidated. But the boy got up and whispered in her ears, “I guess they’re scared because you overdid the makeup. Makes you look like that basilisk from Harry Potter, you know!” And he smiled with gasps. "Blaaaadi. I was thinking Dark Knight's joker guy", she said with a look that was definately shy.
 
When they married, it was ironically Halloween.
  

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I know that everyone gets scared

Sep. 3rd, 2008 | 07:58 pm
mood: coldcold
music: OneRepublic - Stop and Stare

Sometimes I appear into a forest on a frosty night when the wind is tearing up.
When I’m mad with the whispers, I want to be hushed to sleep.
In my bed.

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I took my love down to Violet Hill

Aug. 18th, 2008 | 12:19 pm
location: The Office
mood: workingworking

Horror flick and his arms

My nails dig out from his supple

“Won’t you let me go?”

 

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