Life’s fucked, yeah baby but what’s
new?
Kaku has left. Something else also happened today, I think. I am so
tired, but I wish I were always this way for a long time. I can’t think and I
can’t be afraid. I wish I could be free.
Or, ooo, wonders, can I actually be
happy?
I wish you would be okay but I don’t know how much it matters
anymore, my wishing, empty wishes, empty tempty pempty 30 year-old, twenty five
year old, bumping, dumping, tumpking along, all the old thoughts, and where do
they go…
I was reading Chatwin, Brucos Chatwinos. And I read English August
and enjoy going insane. Hardly, anyway. So the barbet came yesterday morning and
we were very happy, he and I, me and I. I even had a video of it. And didi is
having a baby and C got married, and I am an old king bus riding twinky in the
sea.
Oli came and lit up my day, and we both stood at one Katapukur, under a
dusty sky and lots of trees and yellow sun bursting with the promise of summer,
and I dreamed of jholas and dusty streets. And I am looking up armadillos now.
Merry aye?
There’s a bastard that goes aye, aye. Hate him
bloody.
Bad English is my birthright
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
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Maachi korey bNow bNow
Baatash korey sNow sNow
KNashar korey tung tyang
Maanob korey, khaali ghyan ghyan
@rim: o good god, you can't do that to unsuspecting readers! worse than the hack in top form.
@hack: actually i thought it was rather a nice day.
you rim, you terrible poet. and why don't you mail, if u must be so terrible?
i thought it was a rather nice day too. i wrote that, didn't i?
one buroda is going to harangue me in half an hour. i quail.
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