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May 6, 2009

Posted by K in Uncategorized.
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Wool. Strands of thought that get caught in cold, steel wires. Indecision. Doubt. Every certainty giving way. A slow movement of the inability to feel. A monster upheaval, with the dirt refusing to settle. Stuck in a moment of time that is as continuous as the cliche. Fucking deja vu.

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1. ish - May 6, 2009

Shit. Deja Vu.

2. sporadicblogger - May 13, 2009

What? 🙂

3. Your Gud Frand Pinki - May 20, 2009

I am reading your blog voluntarily.

The world is definitely coming to no good.

P.S. I also want shrimp goyals

4. Your Gud Frand Pinki - May 20, 2009

I think this comment has come under the wrong date.

Sigh. oh well. It’ll take me time to get used to the world of blogging.

Did i mention i have too much bloody work? Well I do.


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