I Count Twenty Heartbeats Pt.2The trolley lies on its side in the thin stream of clear water, and we lean over the bridge railings to look at it. It feels a bit like looking at bodies at a crash site. Someone is dead, dying, in pain. The victim. The trolley.I Count Twenty Heartbeats Pt.2
Revathi pulls her shoulders back, and her body follows, until she stands akimbo in the middle of the tiny bridge, waiting for me. “Come on,” she says. “Let’s go.”
I hunch over the railing. “It looks so sad,” I say. “How did it get there? Who pushed it in? Why? Were they drunk? Don’t you care?”
“It’s a fucking shopping trolley.” The word swims oddly in her Mallu accent. Revathi
Anal FixationLook, people notice you: that's your job. You have appearances to keep up. Keep your self to yourself! and try Colours unclashing. It's easy enough.Anal Fixation
You're not fucking poor - look at you! - It's not like you can't afford to keep Your hands clean, smooth - and for Chrissake Deforest your face. Your body.
The social ladder rises until there's you - Friendship is like that. Like rising hills in the far distance - They roll gently. They are tidy. Messy landscapes
need good gardeners. (And I am yours.)
This will do, for a start, but there's more. No
SuicideCold steel Glistening in the moonlight, Powerful metal Shining bright. Firm hardiness Pressing against a quivering forehead. White and black With two different powers, One having the will to give up life While the latter can take it from another All is silent for a moment Before the end begins, One screams Just as a shot is fired. And a red spray, Covers them both.Suicide
Live Again.Water drips the steady flow of rememberance: Lost in this lovely place. It's too dark to see the past, too bright to make out the future. Pain still aches, memories still burn. My back is still bleeding from where you stabbed me again. I don't understandLive Again.
and I'm straining to see but I can't. The twilight of this place is tainted
with drops of rememberance the stream from the ceiling. And for some reason, I can't see you anymore. I don't kno
Time to Submit The Shit outta this Page.
Zeal
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the 59057 one
i shall give you a call sometime
what are you doing in bangalore? working?
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If I had stealth enough to sneak, Around your house, I’d turn your bed sheets inside out
Tsk tsk tsk.
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