Crossed my legs and worried about how she's taking the news. Even when it doesn't really matter nobody likes to hear of things like this. I can almost imagine the clenching and unclenching of the claws inside her.
I think I've become longer, I feel longer and I've grown darker. Atleast to a rosy brown. I wish it wouldn't fade as soon as it does. I've given up on theater for the year and I'm happy about it. I'm in the middle of the worst creative block when it comes to painting and have every intention of just stopping till I really feel the need to draw again. My burst of frenzied activity was rather fruitful. But I don't draw at all now, except stripes, and I'm happy inspite of it. I don't have time for most things anymore, but yay.
Rest my chin on my knees and listen to the music he plays. Somebody should gift me a copy of The Argumentative Indian. Please. Handfuls of olive coloured dust, on pandra august I did not fly a kite. I was incarcerated in my own room because of a mean motorist who I really don't like. Please drive carefully. And don't be mean.
Dragons are my favourite animals.

It's been a while, the need to write wasn't felt at all. Conveniently, he makes my raspberry swirl. I'm content and in the pink of health and happiness. Always learn up poems by heart, let them become the flouride of your bones. My time passes in a haze of music and sleep. I'm drawing again, everyday. My graphite pencils are rapidly getting depleted. The evenings are softly purple and the nights prussian blue with hazy wisps of silver. We can stretch and spread out, waiting for what time chooses to bring.

Birthday !

Yesterday JP bcame smarter, handsomer, cooler and a year older !
Happy belated birthday to the grey box with tendencies to bite : )

Night magic

It's magic, traditional magic. With magicians. You have to know how to reach up and pull beauty out of thin air. People want a little magic. Sex is its theater. There are sliding panels and trapdoors. The secret is a mgician doesn't buy magic. Admire the skill of a fellow magician but never fall under his spell.
I also read Germaine Greer's The Female Eunuch.

I am ill. I feel awful. Unbelievably awful.
Ryan who writes the most bizare, most wonderful, bestest comic ever wrote me the sweetest letter. Fool that he is he's actually encouraging me to stalk him nice and proper. Now only if we weren't on seperate continents. I think it's love, but that's just my opinion.
I had something very valid and rational to say but I'm ill so I'm excused.
Keep on keeping on kids.

Hug me or I shall destroy you.

I'm in love with this ninja.
LOVE.
I'm happy ! And I'm listening to Led Zep !
I went with my mother for this kid's first birthday party at Gymkhana. I saw a magician and had birthday cake. I was however not given a balloon : /
I'm happy and I have no reasons. Ha ha.
This ninja