Hello all. Its been a while. My comps fucked but my eye's better. Of course, none of you know what I'm talking about, but thats okay. I rarely know what you'll are all about too.

And I have no clue about you anymore.

We are all the same till its sundown. Alarm clocks and breakfast and trains and cell phones and maps in our heads that lead us through home to school to college to work to home again. And some of us go home and wait for the morning, still willing to give something back. The rest of us leave our eyes behind, walk backwards with our toes pointing the wrong way. Till we go home at the end of the day, and we're still walking backwards till we're dreaming and quiet, still and forgetful till tomorrow arrives and grateful to be dead in the night.



Disappointment of a post considering I've been silent for almost a week, eh? But had to say this all the same.




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Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

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