win....the...jingle...
it was night...three times in a row...so hard to wake myself up when i get stuck in one of those...this time it was unusually soundless, without visual entertainment and therefore pointless...just this strange fear that gradually rose to its peak until i struggled hard enough to snap out of it. change sides...fall asleep again.struggle again...repeat repeat repeat...there was this dream in which i was reading something in a book or a notepad of sorts and i tried hard to make sure i'd remember what the text was...so now i remember...vaguely...what the text was...unfortunately it's not in a language i can read...
i asked the old man in the canteen to keep some lemon barley bottles in the stock for me...so he got me a crate of shehzan lemon barley...so tomorrow i cooked...cooking is very...relaxing...cooking is...the only thing that makes sense...because you can decide the intensity of the explosion. cartoons at 7:30 so many years ago...before the rise of cartoon network. playing with action figures. i took my knight quest batman out of the drawer the other night...to see if i could still play with it...you know to see if i could still lose myself in pointless fantasies about endless battles...squinting my eyes to add a bit of realism...it works...he looks real if you like robots...and cars... written on it...for some reason...then boys got even cooler pencil boxes...fancier robots...more buttons...so i did what i knew best...got me a simple yellow pencil box...the kind with the zipper...it said "good luck" on it...it was not as sarcastic a joke as it should've been...
not even television makes me forget everything else like it used to...cooking however...is something which comes close...not really...but just barely close enough...my khala gave me fifty rupees today because i'm thinner than before...hahaha. she also winked at me whilst haggling with a salesman...and it was a good wink...i have to learn how to wink...she's almost as old as my father i suppose...that's very old. saddest possible eyes...
a night behind somewhere close by...in a park with trees and a large open space...there was lightning and thunder...the only sound that still means something...excellent...move on to the left side...behind this here bush...so as not to be seen...now walk along the path...not straight but winding...so as not to get home early...and the sky lights up...adrenalin...run fast fast...fast...take off...good night. fall down...good bye. welcome back.
i asked the old man in the canteen to keep some lemon barley bottles in the stock for me...so he got me a crate of shehzan lemon barley...so tomorrow i cooked...cooking is very...relaxing...cooking is...the only thing that makes sense...because you can decide the intensity of the explosion. cartoons at 7:30 so many years ago...before the rise of cartoon network. playing with action figures. i took my knight quest batman out of the drawer the other night...to see if i could still play with it...you know to see if i could still lose myself in pointless fantasies about endless battles...squinting my eyes to add a bit of realism...it works...he looks real if you like robots...and cars... written on it...for some reason...then boys got even cooler pencil boxes...fancier robots...more buttons...so i did what i knew best...got me a simple yellow pencil box...the kind with the zipper...it said "good luck" on it...it was not as sarcastic a joke as it should've been...
not even television makes me forget everything else like it used to...cooking however...is something which comes close...not really...but just barely close enough...my khala gave me fifty rupees today because i'm thinner than before...hahaha. she also winked at me whilst haggling with a salesman...and it was a good wink...i have to learn how to wink...she's almost as old as my father i suppose...that's very old. saddest possible eyes...
a night behind somewhere close by...in a park with trees and a large open space...there was lightning and thunder...the only sound that still means something...excellent...move on to the left side...behind this here bush...so as not to be seen...now walk along the path...not straight but winding...so as not to get home early...and the sky lights up...adrenalin...run fast fast...fast...take off...good night. fall down...good bye. welcome back.
posted by Duck at 4:15 AM
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i haven't read it. But i commented because aisay hee. Parhoon ga. kabhi. bhejo jo bhejna tha.
i saw this very pretty girl in school...i wanted to pick her up in my godi and run away...sit in corner nd play with her hair...i will go sleep now.
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