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It's one of those days Monday and its ways Bob's on fine form But that's just the norm Nothing I try To make the day go by Is working, my friends Can't wait 'til it ends Everything's bust And covered...
Capital crime and visions of a mordern life hypocrisy, Friends of mine, children from the side lines, Guidlines of blood high life and ScienceFiction, Political blunders weighing down on the weak, ...
I've felt fear in many of its guises. The fear of the unknown and nasty surprises. Fear for my life against violent men. Who keep on killing, again and again.
The suns bright rays shine through my window, and somewhere from the clear blue sky, Autumns cool breeze blows......
"How... How did this..?" she said, slumping into the bed with the baby still in her arms. "I don't know. Look, I don't know if it's actually.. You know..
"New York is gridlock galore, New York has high rents, Rudeness is accepted behaviour in New York New Yorkers are neurotic.
She sits in the window. With her ruby painted lips. Red light shining down. Swaying her voluptuous hips. Programmed to please. They stop and stare. Marvel at her sensuality.
I talk alot about psychological experiments. Mostly because I find human behaviour so fascinating. So here goes...again. I'm sure many of you have read or atleast skimmed through the bible.
A little after thought from my "Venezuela" post ;-). Everybody's on the hustle for more. From the rich men to the extremely poor. While I'm haggling over a measly score.
Oh Man I think I'm going insane, I tell you,. Sitting here watching David Blaine, I tell you,. Got me thinking, just who is to blame, I tell you,. I'm just falling I'm choc full of shame, I tell you,.
Vera Hose. Where she goes. Nobody knows. Into town. With a frown. Bra upside down. Trousers on. Under a thong. So so wrong. Mascara of blue. Wearing one shoe. In hand, Special Brew. Vera Hose.
#movement. He was a social climber. And he partied every night. He'd scour the morning post. For the next invite. He knew the other luvvies. A shining social star. No clever conversation.
Rushed off my feet Fast paced heartbeat Heels should have been a no go "Miss do you have a mo?" No time for dinner In a past life I must have been a sinner "Miss do you have a free?" Who me.
If you're in South Delhi right now, look outside. The sun is shining through a small clear patch in an otherwise overcast grey sky.
We are all insignificant in our daily grind. Trying to survive what we just can't find. Finding the lost who run around blind. Providing for the youth who are out of their minds.
Taking the bus has always been a favorite past time. It's air conditioned and comfortable and most of all as all seats are front facing; theres no awkward stares or eye contact.
#emotion #annoyance The gentle tick of an ornate clock, The oaky creak of my antique bed The firing of the boiler's flame As heating tickles radiators The luxurious gush of fresh hot water Gaily...
I just brought my lunch but now feel sick. It wasn't my thought - I couldn't help it. Sandwiched between me and a bus. It just walked out and I wasn't in a rush. Bloody stupid rat flying vermin thing.
I am a man now, I used to like footie, lager and a kebab or two. I got a little tired of chasing skirts, lipstick and attitude.
To the tune of The Sound of Silence. Is it a death or gangland dare. That's brought this evenings wailing blare. Has there been a fatal accident. Do the cops know where that stolen car went.
. Alarm clock, alarm Clock, ___ Will your Buzz |22:57| ing never Stop.
He can't hear He only listens to himself To his addiction His inner need and not to help Gone are the days When he was happy and free He's now in a dark world Where the bottle has the key No one can...
170 is a special number to me. Lot one- seven- O. It was the number of my old auction bought flat. It had a lot going for it before. I left it all for that prat. Bought on the 3rd of December.
#nightdwellers. #household. Eyelids heavy in the gloom. Lights off, can't see across the room. Eyes the windows to my mind. Seeking rest, and soon they'll find. Ice clinks gently in my glass.