The flying fish happened on one of the drunk evenings. God felt the fish deserved a fighting chance so he made a few of them fly. The flying fish that escaped the sharks.. got eaten by the hawks up above. God laughed, the angels cheered. Wine got more relevant and heavenly sperm cells flied. Somewhere … Continue reading The Dance of the Flying Fish
How is it love if it's careful , if it's thoughtful. How is it love if I have to hide and you have to evade and we have to play by the rules... How is it love if there are rules at all. For I want to see you in your absolute wild Each of … Continue reading Fake Spanish Mountains – 5
Why do you smoke so much? Its bad for your health you know. I know. But what's the point of doing everything right... right? What do you mean? I don't want to take a blank canvas to my grave you know. Fill it up with lighter colours, right? Oh the dark speaks plenty.
They might have told you acquiring voices in one's head is a bad thing. What they did't tell you though is that it's quite a party when they are being funny with each other. She says I have no depth man Isn't that the post modern take on depth.. you get high instead. And fuck … Continue reading Fake Spanish Mountains-3
He was in the local regiment. She was a local. One doesn't see many of 'em around here on this side of the guarded wall. He asked what she did. She said she studies linguistics. Language you mean. 'The structure of the language. Yes.' She smiles. 'Which department are you from?' Wireless. I trap the … Continue reading Fake Spanish Mountains-2
And then the linguist took us to the edge of the mountains, pointed her pretty finger at the different villages, told us how they speak, what they speak, what they speak of. An absolute babe, wasn't she? Sure was. If the mountains weren't killing it, her ass sure was, right there at the edge of … Continue reading Fake Spanish Mountains – 1
This post probably would just be a bunch of random thoughts related to blues. Funny thing is I can go on for as long as it could regarding the blues.. partly because even I don't know what I would say after three minutes. And that is because the 3rd minute thought would evolve out of … Continue reading The thing about the blues-II