Nuclear Testing Gone Wrong

(Drawn between the 5th and the 10th of August, 06' in Totos house)

A Baptism in the Warm Piss of Slaughtered Children

You know the thing I hate about Iron Maiden ? 2 weeks after the release of their new album, they've re-released the fucker with a bonus DVD. Fuck! Seriously pissing off.

Unemployment is rising in rural Maharashtra. Now, MSc.'s, M.A.'s and Engineers are signing up as havaldars with the Maharashtra police just cause they have nowhere else to go. I'm not sure if thats a good thing or if we're just going to get educated chors.

Andheri station was rcently computerised. Congratulations. Well done. Except that now, the Railway employees who used to take about 3 seconds to give you your ticket taje a good minute to punch in the right keys and give you your print out. Lines that woul clear in 10 minutes now take 20 minutes to half an hour. The price of progress.

Cribby mood. What to do.

Things are generally good. I ran the mumbai marathon yesterday in my room. Short of breath at the end of it but it was more than worth it.

Playlist:
Misery Index - Discordia
Orphaned Land - Mabool
Neglected Fields - Splenetic
Gojira - From Mars To Sirius

- BOT

(Trey, 17th Sept, Morrison Cafe, Delhi)

I was sitting under this little shit and got whipped by THAT ^^^ all over my back. Like wasp bites but with pink rubberbands. Feck. Talk about 'hardcore' \m/

The Earthmaker goes down....
Models: Gagan and Ray

Sean Penn - 'Timesup old one, got any last minute words of wisdom?'

Jon Voight - 'Things aint always wat they seem. You gotta ask yourself is it worth it. The day comes... earth makers gonna come and look right in your fuckin heart, and then you'd better know what it is your fuckin doing.
Are you a human being or just some hungry ghost out there...'
- From the movie 'U Turn'

Fingers
First ten now twenty
Like rusted barb we secretly intertwined
A romantic brawl of wrestling limbs and naked breath
Like sister twisters we destroyed fields
of cotton sheets
beneath us
Rattling windows and uprooting flesh
not realizing
it was ours not theirs
A storm of pleasure in pain
trapped in four walls
Electricity in a kiss
or perhaps an explosion
in the minefield that lies
where we curve
Tonight
we'll weave memories into our hair for a lifetime
But they may not dance for you
like they once did in my mind...

'I laugh along,
But inside I know its true:
Being in love is totally punk rock.'
~asofterworld

COME BACK BITCH.

(Speedly sail south salacious Sprout. Soon ok Sarah?)

Duck *Quack Quack* and a Dirty Confession

*hides*

I have a sick sick confession...





*Suspense gap*








: o!





I've been watching Oprah!
We'll its not my fault really, (Really) I wake up at 1:45, take my morning crap and turn on the television so I can drink my milky tea, steal one of my dads Malboros so I can save my Classics for the evening, and just sit quietly without conversing with the mother whose toiling around the house and then at 2pm Oprah gatecrashes. Blearg.
Yes. I'm bareboned guilty. I watch Oprah.

And now heres the kicker...

I've actually started "TALKING" about my issues. Yap yap yap.
OPRAH HAS MADE ME A MONSTER.: O

(Note: please dont buy this, I talk alot anyway. You can still read my blog without wanting to stuff 12 wontons down my throat to shush me up)

Onto other things:

I decided to coerce my BOT to take me out to eat Quaack Quack at Joss on our one year 6 month anniversary last night. (I baked a yummy fudge cake as a bribe..bwhaha) weeeee! : D fun fun fun .. Crab soup, whisky prawns, crispy duck quack quack on pancakes and mousse cake. Offf. Special meals make one feel yummy on the inside. *nod*

more later...

By Wanderer

Run away from me,

I'll suck your lifeblood
and wither you away.

I'll float like larval blobs
in your frightened salival gulp.
The guttural morph, clinging
to your almond tonsils

I'll become
the putrid wind
of your smoke filled mucosal lungs.
The cystic worm
in your mensal flow.

I'll enter you;
a womb seeking semen drop.
And breathe within,
a tumorous growth in your mind

and when you die,
I'll be the sheet of blood
running downstairs from your bed.

Amidst howling wolves;
I'll walk to your grave
night after night, without fail.
And lie there alone,
fucking your dead body.

Till eternity,
a dead maggot,
nipping at your soulflesh.

Weeeee! for coverups and word adoption

(Sept 2nd at 3:oo pm, Freehand by Sameer)