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Thoughts that spice up my life. To the aliens i’ve known long. Asymp; 5 Comments. Years of governance.placebos pharmacopoeia. All that happened. was pure inertia. Noise at the parliement.adjourned sessions. In the media gossip.note worthy mentions. You wrote off debts that were never gonna be paid. Took credit and were blamed for “loans waived”. Then a nu(clear) treaty i could not understad. Reservations .my reservations you would not stand. GDP on paper. you were talk of the town. Fuel prices will rise&...
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Thoughts that spice up my life. February 9, 2009. December 10, 2008. Got a bad appetite, unable to digest a “NO” why should i order one, the answer; when I know. but …. Continue reading →. December 2, 2008. I dig deep into the ravines of my memory, nothing indian in those ravines has attracted such a worldwide media …. Continue reading →. November 2, 2008. I could see it in her eyes.a well acquainted fear. ghosts of past chasing as halloween was near guilt? Continue reading →. Go away, will ya. Stealing ...
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Thoughts that spice up my life. Asymp; 2 Comments. Larr; Previous post. Next post →. Thoughts on “”. February 17, 2009 at 11:14 pm. Lots of thoughts, lots of words. Nice header picture. Where/what is that? February 18, 2009 at 6:13 am. The words are from former thoughts in the current blog and the image is of the train station in hoboken. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). A journey called life.
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Thoughts that spice up my life. Ten minutes to wake up. Asymp; 1 Comment. Did you ever just wait for the alarm to go off. Savor the ten minutes, the mental clock bought. A ten minutes headstart in the hours that lie ahead. Lazed them away lying on your bed. A mental jot down of the to-do list. Empowering self for the unprepared tryst. You feel good, as if getting ahead in the race. For once with life you would keep pace. You open drawers in your mental chest. To each lingering problem give your best.
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google ..the shameless peep tom | eternal entremets
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Thoughts that spice up my life. Google .the shameless peep tom. Asymp; 7 Comments. I write her an “for your eyes only” note. You put up an advertisement on how to emote? I mail the pic of my evening pose. On the side bar-you say how to lose adipose. T-mobile e-mails me my telephone bill. Buy an iPhone your programs profess at will. By your means i exchange a phone number. 8220;vonage” the heartless advertisement murmurs. I “search” (not google) something on water problems. Larr; Previous post. Http:/ www...
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Thoughts that spice up my life. Asymp; 2 Comments. From the ceramic throne. You ask opinions till you hear an echo. Ask directions till you find a passenger who is “co”. Stare long enough at the mirror. To get used to the horror. Get euphemistic about your own cowardice. To the omniscient inside feed many lies. Make promises to self you know you can’t keep. It’s a quicksand and every second you are sinking deep. Do it, for your equivocations have an expiry date. Larr; Previous post. Next post →.
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Thoughts that spice up my life. Ten minutes to wake up. November 27, 2012. Did you ever just wait for the alarm to go off Savor the ten minutes, the mental clock bought. A …. Continue reading →. Elegy on loss of an old phone. November 23, 2012. I seek her by my bedside, with a nightmarish fear awake i realize she is gone, blame self, my mistake. …. Continue reading →. A journey called life. FreakSpace a.k.a Koyaanisqatsi. Superstarksa: i am no superman. Ten minutes to wake up. Sai on …. For your eyes only.
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Thoughts that spice up my life. Asymp; 3 Comments. She lies lurking behind the wall as i step out of the station. Catches me unaware by a sudden juxtaposition. Wrapped up pretty well,but i cannot resist her touch. 8220;you are over dressed! 8221; her desires whisper that much. She nibbles my ear lobes but it is more of a sinful bite. With red cheeks and goose pimples i’m a delightful sight. My lips are sealed and breath heavy, while she gets bold. I crave for the hot shower and the warm pleasures in store.
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sour mood and sour vodka | eternal entremets
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Thoughts that spice up my life. Sour mood and sour vodka. Asymp; 5 Comments. The oil touches $40 a barrel,. A break-even would win you laurels. The computers’ price continue to spiral down. So does index while the herd of bulls frown. The bullet’s price is what life would cost. Somewhere in this mayhem we are lost. Communications reduce to the tiny little “hand held”. 8220;connecting people” distances hands held. We close doors.we keep “i” to oneself. We open a window. so much about us knows that elf.
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Thoughts that spice up my life. Asymp; Leave a comment. Going away. but why should you care. In whats your vicinity.i was never there. Will remain silent. but whats the difference. My words. were always devoid of coherence. Would go behind clouds.but who will notice. An insiginifican star in night sky.where darkness is bliss. Would stop reading. but then i never did. Understand the meanings that your words hid. I look again at my ticket.and see where i’m destined. We just crossed.you were never mine.
