The Day

11th June 2007
Surprised. The day was a bull shit. It just started like anything. But reached the office on time. But, it was all there in my mind, body, soul and the other being that stays within me.

Quite thankless to what i had done for him [lol got early] the day was hot like Owen. Who else to be blamed! the mind?

A sincere banda started his work on time, no intention to prove the world wrong. Things changed and changed but his little pig did not change for the last thousand years. Can't say why, but all changes touch him like a feather trying to break a granite.

No breakfast, no lunch, nothing. T T T T. C C C C

All bullshit. Getting over other that's it. pulling each others legs. Wanted to talk to someone but whom? Was there any? no not even a single in the world. Just alone. Alone is a synonym of loneliness [English experts beware of me keep away]

People around ---------------- sutta na mila............ ba....d .............

Not i nor you but god is the sole responsible for all. All that happens is because of him, explained me. I don't know why AT is getting crazy. Aimless wandering. Just fu...k off. Little tot a buddy a lovely person. What is he upto yar.

Lol buajee was cute when i saw her. Miss her yar. Good spirited but cant help yar. You kna its profession. Cant help it. Wanted her around, but nopes its profession. All helpless, god made us and he is creating us, making us, abolishing us. Explained the third.

Made of mud the ambiance was too dull,

Full of blood and the back of the mountain was hurt

The sun was gloomy, no that it had no light

But all that was on it was dirt.

Who else was to be blamed?

me, you or the evil spirit that haunts you

In the midnight of the lame moon that hides

Or the stars that burn red, yellow and blue?

i was there wondering all about you

running the sexy bugs that touched my forehead

with the notion of gloom and dullness

you ran away. where you mad?

Came back to this exquisite lounge. Too cosy too comfortable to comfort.

i hate this. I hate that, all hatred. Whats the fuc..ing love? who cares.

Closing on a dull note. lol i love that.

Words toppling over the head would set them tomorrow.