Big Black Ilaichi.

cardamom!cardamom! youmake my chlormintless-day
cardamom!cardamom! you take badtasteofmilk right away
cardamom!cardamom! i can get so very lame
cardamom!cardamom! you are soo the one to blame.

but
cardamom!cardamom! this one thing is sotrue
that
cardamom!cardamom! i deeeeeeeeeeeeegg youuuuuuuu.
(end song)


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sudden realisation. i can no more pretend to be hovering anywhere close to the borders of profoundity. at no point did i ever make an effort at the pretence, yknow.i think it came naturally, and now it dont. it just dont, man. im just a plain old bastard with issues and a vehement i-wont-speculate attitude.damn, it gets me knee deep into shit sometimes. emotionally,i guess. or maybe im making all this up because i feel a need to ramble senselessly there's nothing else i can ramble freely about.

also, i make a statement man, i really do.
i let go, i let go like its the most poetic thing in the world and i do it in style.
but always such a goddamned phoney morantic, always.
no dice for the style, though. it just leaves my self esteem at a slightly less-microscopic level, which is OK.

oh and people (HAHAFUCKINGHA) still wanting to buy my prints, email me at shriparnasarkar@yahoo.com

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