Nostalgia is something I can't afford. There are too many of you, all ghosts, with plenty more unfortunately heading your way. The ones with no balls, the ones with no direction, the ones who just let go. I am not nostalgic about any of you. I keep your secrets out of some form of misplaced combination of compassion, pity and love. I don't feel you between my legs anymore.
4 comments:
that was ... colourful. in a very poetic way.
Lolita. Clumsily retold in a paragraph.
Lolita? Eh?
Fuck you, Steve Jobs. My mini's been lying in my drawer for TWO years because I'm too poor to afford your 200$ batteries. Tumhaari ma ki gaand main kekda!
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