While im waiting to cross over, while im ready to go

i feel like im dead and waiting to cross over to the otherside but im stuck in a void.
i can imitate a wall and suck at that too. i can imitate your clothes and i'll prolly be worse at it than anything else in the world.today somebody told me im boring and being this dull is a turn off and thats nice, they like it. like dude haha. whenever im sitting im either peeling skin off my arms or off my soles. my favorite hobby is to give myself red bleeding lips from all the skin-peeling. when i drop my phone it makes me happy and i look down with a smile but it never breaks. i need to step out of myself.

Prayer before Death(?)

today, with seven new clouds
in the sky of a wednesday,
i look first at the mirror
and then i look your way

i see the skies are stagnant
underneath the heavy weight
of empty grief accumulating
on the wrong side of wind breaks

today, with drooping treetops
today with still no rain,
like everyday- a promise
i must compulsively break

so with my geography book dying
psycho lying in my wait,
i pray - DO ME A FAVOUR GOD
AND HELP ME CONCENTRATE.

-
yes we ALL need somone to blame. agnosticity be damned.
do you see what this does to me? it makes me RHYME. that's something i havnt done in a year and a half.
or something.
BLAH.IN CASE I HAVNT MENTIONED IT, IM BLOODY DOOMED AND AM DOING ABSOLUTELY *NOTHING* TO BETTER THE SITUATION.

(still listening to badonkadonkey. \bornruffians/ INDIE FOREVAR!)

welcome to a new post, goodbye lets never meet again.

this is a very sketchy fiveminutecolour version of something which i've lost the will to work on. its for bab, and im not showing it.i had decided to colour it with traditional media, but not now.

oh. its a gay girraffe that's sick of candies and lollies.and the little girl from anotherworld promises to feed him a real flower but only if he first lets her touch his nose.

p.s. I'm losing followers like THIS *snaps fingers*. wha. there must be brains out for sale somewhere.

Update

I'm halfway through my boards, and the worst bits are yet to hit me.
Psychology,Geography, Eco and Hindi (phbbbt) in the reverse order.
one of the papers killed me entirely last week (no im not alive nor typing this, really), and i dont even wish to name it ever in my life again.
my mother claims to have broken my iPod- my NEW iPodclassic120gb, and to have killed the earphones, since i was caught watching a movie on it at 2:40 a.m. some three days back.that was the last time I'd seen it.have no real idea of what might've become of it, but i DID hear mom make the iPod dart across her room or something. this thrills me.
I've managed to convince another stupidniceperson to buy my prints, she's buying two. this makes me feel good enough to say YAY LETS MAKE A SANDWICH.
i had the most disgusting dream the night before the last and most people have heard an account of it. those who haven't, have NO idea of the degree of weirdness of it.it involves pregnancy, a hole in the upper abdomen and a 19 inch... centipede.

:straightface:

there's no point grossing readers out any further, i have managed to alienate enough readers already :\ so no details.

songs on my playlist now:

Hanging On- People Press Play
Shadowplay - The Killers
Fatalist Palmistry - Why?
(..But your painted pony is fading
Lost like a snakeskin in high grass
and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream; that's me
You count on blessings cause your net worth
oughta be less cream in your best drinks
But God put a song on my palm that you can't read..)

be sure to listen to the first and the third bands.

if you dont want to, cool man, no issues. go fall into a ditch, though.

How to wake up and kill yourself

in the dream this is an essay on your attempts to get off the sofa.in the essay you are saying you'll never be caught dead in the basement. in the basement there are closets with pictures of madonna stuck on the doors. inside a closet which no one looks into, there's a blue box of junk but no one knows about it. in the box, that locked up little forgotten box, lies a blade which is surprisingly very sharp.
get off the sofa and kill yourself.

(this is the best thing i've written in my life so far. i want print it out and stick it on all closet doors of the world. help me in my endeavor, or get off the chair and kill me.)

Ms.Lovline is not a lonely person.

Ms. Lovline just has certain issues.

• The windows are all closed.Always.
• The cat is grey.
• The switch is blown out.
• The clock is retarded and is evaporating.
• The ghost isn't scary.
• The cactus is nearly dead, but not entirely.
• She has no real issues.
• The makeshift sky has a raincloud.
• She cant stop smiling.

I have certain issues:

• my scanner sucks which makes most bits of the picture blurred.
• i cant paint.
• the rain isn't showing.
• my scanner sucks.
• i cant paint.
• i lost my new set of water colours.
• i have a new mole on my right wrist.
• i exaggerate.
• i think i have a tumor in my left ear.
• i cant spell tumor right in one go.
• i cant spit.

who wants to buy my prints? who who?

email:shriparnasarkar@yahoo.com

DOODEL.

ONLY PASTALZ. AND TAXCHAR ADDED. doodelmood.

IN OTHER NEWS, IM DOOMED FOR REAL THIS TIME. THIS IS NO JOKE. AND IN ONE MONTH'S TIME IM GOING TO BE SERIOUSLY SUICIDAL. SAVEMEIFYOUCAN.

or if you wantto.WAHNOBODYWANTSTO.

D:

STUPID STUPID STUPID FLOWER GIRL PERSON FOR SOUMI

BECAUSE SHE WONT BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY I TEXTED HER AND BECAUSE SHE WONT TAKE A SORRY FOR NOT CALLING AND BECAUSE SHE BASICALLY THINKS IM AN ASSHOLE WHICH ISNT A BAD THING REALLY IT KEEPS PEOPLE'S EXPECTATIONS FROM ME LOW, BUT HERE. THIS IJE BELATED BUDDAY GIFT WHICH MIGHT MAKE ME FLUNK MY ISC MATHS. HAHAHA

BTW IM SORRY AND I HATE THIS DRAWING.IF ANYONE ELSE HATES IT TOO, TELL ME. AND TELL OTHERS AND CONVINCE THEM TO HATE IT TOO. GIVE OUT PAMPHLETS WHICH SAY 'DOWN WITH SHIP'S ROTART!' ROTART. HAAHAHAHAHASHAJHASDHSD

ill do you a favour and say hello

i decided to be useful and update. that's as useful as i can get during my board exams(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA) , because i am just plain genetically incapable of being useful to MYSELF and studying.

so here. HELLO. my AUDITORY CANAL IS BLOCKED! ITS NOT A BOIL BUT I DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS! IM GOING TO DIE OF A SWOLLEN EAR! THIS IS IT! FINAL GOODBYE! EAT A SANDWICH IN MY MEMORY! ANDLISTEN TO BADONKA DONKEY AND GO CRAZY AND RIP YOUR PILLOWS AND DRAW SPIRALS ON THE WALLS AND DRINK SOME BEER! HURRAH!

MOST IMPORTANTLY LISTEN TO BADONKA DONKEY!
all you indie fans, you know you KNOW YOU KNOW, YES? THE BORN RUFFIANS WILL EAT YOUR BRAIN AND YOUR PELVIS AND YOUR INTESTINES!

a little more useful, i should be, you think? OK !
HERE! CLICK CLICK CLICK! i dug up link so i could be useful. appreciate the effort and drink some wine at my funeral.