Today, if any day ever was, was a Bittersweet Symphony type of day. It just rang through the air, I had the song playing over and over in my head and that just puts you in a different place altogether. Quite pleasant.
Will be watching slutty dance competition with Chetan tomorrow. Quite looking forward to it. Haven't read anything decent in a very long time. Well have, but the time is usually wrong for that particular book, if that makes any sense. Usually then I just acknowledge that it is indeed a good book but I probably would have liked it some other time. Grumpy old whore.

Great. Now I'm listening to Beck while minutes ago I was in deep thought about how the This Love video (Pantera doofus) makes no sense whatsoever.
Ugh. Exams starting in few weeks while I need atleast a month to catch up. Surprise reaction to something I read brought up something I haven't thought of in a very long time.
Huh.

Nowadays I'm spending my time by myself. Time spent with B, N, C or A doesn't seem to register. It flows quite easily and you don't even realise you're there in that moment. I long for sunny days, empty parks to smoke packs of Gold Flake and not get addicted.
I'm glad. Things were a little funky but nothing that really got me down. I'm becoming a camel. Or a grungy, old, male vagabond. The kind who hasn't bathed since two Junes ago. Nothing seems to register so the question of mattering doesn't come up. I simply know that I have to lumber on irrespective of what you do around me, how you dance or plead or how you sit by yourself looking restive (where people just have to ask you what you are thinking of).
And my skin is becoming very dry. It feels like old paper. Pudgy old paper?
There is less and less scope for long lasting emotion. You should boil it with oleander leaves. Lots of them. The white flower is beautiful but the plant is one of the most poisonous there are. And if you distill anything with it long enough, in a pot over a flame, it too becomes poisonous. Oleander time lovers kill each other and blame it on the wind.

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Not that I'm getting too Poochie obsessed but she seems to have the gait of a very smug pony. She sort of trots.
Poochie - the cow trapped in a kitten's body.

Cry, if you want to cry
If it helps you see
If it clears your eyes

Hate, if you want to hate
If it keeps you safe
If it makes you brave

Take, if you want a slice
If you want a piece
If it feels alright

Don't come over here
And piss on my gate
Save it just keep it
Off my wave

Keep it off my wave
Keep it off my wave

My wave

See through your
Tripless, falling, limping, crawling,
Biting, fighting, back from dying
Endless ending, comprehending
Nothing of the sin she's sinning