Lazy Saturday morning intutions lead to long drawn conversations (mostly with myself but the is hardly the point here.)
Crazyness starts like a cold bubbling soda poured down your shorts and creeps up into your head where it makes itself comfortable after going round and round like a cat patting it's bed before sleep which reminds me, last night I saw a dog go about tugging clothes of clotheslines and shredding them up efficiently down a row of houses. Wish I had stayed long enough to watch the reaction (of the people, not the dog)in the morning and the pleased grin on the face (of the dog, not the people) at a good day's (night's in this case) work. At least it doesn't have to long for company.
Maybe, I was deprived as a child of playthings called people. Maybe, that explains why I am like a puppy starved for love. The pupplebubble needs to be invented.
It keeps a person in this bubble with an Internet connection and a laptop with people all around outside the bubble. It also helps you blend into the background so that you are alone but not lonely.
And nights need to be banished along with the terrors it brings
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
It has been riled for it's traffic and scorned for it's auto drivers.
The traffic and the auto drivers are the only two things I love about it.
Traffic jams are my recourse to staring at closed office doors. I instead have a merry time yapping on the phone during those wonderful things. The auto drivers too have made a not so bad impression on me. Though they can be construed to be rude sometimes, I am yet to come across one that horribly rude.
Seems like the rude minority give the nice majority a bad exterior.
Should it not be in the interest of the greater gains for all the auto drivers to be nice?Though it might be nice and profitable in the long run, I guess they just live for the moment and thus the bad behaviour by the rude minority.
Call me an eternal optimist.
The traffic and the auto drivers are the only two things I love about it.
Traffic jams are my recourse to staring at closed office doors. I instead have a merry time yapping on the phone during those wonderful things. The auto drivers too have made a not so bad impression on me. Though they can be construed to be rude sometimes, I am yet to come across one that horribly rude.
Seems like the rude minority give the nice majority a bad exterior.
Should it not be in the interest of the greater gains for all the auto drivers to be nice?Though it might be nice and profitable in the long run, I guess they just live for the moment and thus the bad behaviour by the rude minority.
Call me an eternal optimist.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Dream Principles of a Plastic Clutcher
1.Always dream in plastic
Celluloid dreams are so bygone
2.Never eat vegan
They are people too. You can skewer them instead
3.Black is not a color
It is a colour
4.Plastic sheep do not exist
They are created by foaming accountants for the purpose of increasing inventory levels
5.Monopoly is a game
Monogamy is not
6.Stiffen eyelashes
Black for once, is beautiful
7.Spear the Agassi
The tribe might be different though
8.Galloping Horses?
Walloping gorse's
Why eight of them? What did you expect from a plastic clutcher?
Celluloid dreams are so bygone
2.Never eat vegan
They are people too. You can skewer them instead
3.Black is not a color
It is a colour
4.Plastic sheep do not exist
They are created by foaming accountants for the purpose of increasing inventory levels
5.Monopoly is a game
Monogamy is not
6.Stiffen eyelashes
Black for once, is beautiful
7.Spear the Agassi
The tribe might be different though
8.Galloping Horses?
Walloping gorse's
Why eight of them? What did you expect from a plastic clutcher?
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