It's a defence mechanism, see Party hard on the low days It keeps the average high Very high.
I have a friend. He hates the world. Thing about haters is how self righteous they seem, you know. As far as the self afflicted truth is concerned they are all different takes at Jesus Christ. Word is the Pope gets up early morning, climbs up the stairs and tries to look for the Messiah … Continue reading Page – 1
Sometimes I think all I have are fuckin words. Do you see the picture there. Words are just fake constructs of the moment. You don't see the picture there? The flying fish is an imagery I have been using for a while. The fish spirit that I got out of my bengali upbringing. Whatever bengali … Continue reading The dance of the flying fish, The Final Time
She didn't talk too much you know. At one point she looked at me and said, 'We are going to explode, Chitro.' And then she laughed. Scared. She had such a warm laugh you know. The last time I ever saw a wild flower fight a storm, she came in fuchsia pink and lots of … Continue reading The lady in Fuchsia pink
These are funny days you know She comes out to her balcony with the daylight And at the day's end, sets with the sun behind one sad door to run off to mom. I mean seriously, mother. Your daughter is infinite. She is affecting people in weird ways outside. And now you would … Continue reading The End of the Evening Blues
These are funny days you know My wings don't flap as hard. And while the skies' got angry hawks and the water's full of sharks but around here, the blues are funny you know.. Nobody's flapping too good. Nobody cares.
These are funny days you know. My flying fish dances with the blues. I mean seriously, cmon fish Go back to the jar and fly! See now you would think what those metaphors meant. Or is it just one bigger metaphor 'Hey Jimmy, is it just one big metaphor' 'Fuck you man.'