tryin not to make my mind a devils workshop......
yawning baaad,but cant sleep,
pissed,but cant screech,
bored but cant speak.....
hungry but cant eat....
a subway sandwich of i dream....
wanna wrkout but dnt feel....
want some adventure.....
want some life....
wanna flee away,up in the sky....
sleep on the crescent...angels sing a lullaby....

with twinkling stars i wanna dance....

with my fav song 'blue night'wanna chant.....

sitting in the loo with mario puzo's gem....

thinking myself of the don..known don corleone

i rule the world and demand respect....

love,true frndship is kissed on my hand.....

suddenly the book falls frm my hand.....

eyes sink deep into their oyester shells...

after a while....i get to realize.....

the smell of my shit n sweat on my neck .....

ohh maan....wanna cuppa strong coffee...

m sure , too drunk to write all dat.....

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something very foolish i mite have ever written.......but gave me a lotta satisfaction....the reason is hard to decide.....but maybe coz rite now m actually sitting all too helpless ....nathing to do....or to put it in better words.....dont just wanna do anything......in short getting 'barbad'.quite a lot of wat i have written above are facts.........facts tht have been clubbed together......which actually dont make sense in a pile but indivisually also is something too personal to share.......but then in the end ive mentioned myself to be completely drunk to write all that.....which i am not(....but wanna get fr sure......as thts the last option maybe....rite now!)in order to give the whole thing some meaning.........

bbye ppl

tc!!!