the eyes open to a different ceiling each morning. a lingering sense of whorishness each time i wake up. a silence in the room, a half familiar scent in the air.. the neck niggles in a different place.
to live a life from a sleeping bag.
to live a life from a sleeping bag.
posted by Sharad Ragas at 1:39 PM
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You traveling?
Every once in a while I like the words back-packing, globe-trotting, sleeping bags..hmm
no no.. not traveling. =) just working.
somberi- veediki laziness ledhu
You work from your sleeping bag? You sleep at work? Really? :p
@vigbert: ennada! somberyaa? naat since mrs. meenakshi has any van used that word... enna paithyama? sollungu..
@leena: promise you wont tell my boss i sleep at work.
Leena, how naive are u?
Diff ceiling every day - a diff home each night.
Whorishness - hmm... condesending way to mean having pleasure.
Half-familiar scent - how many perfumes can be there and how often do you encounter them? In the world of ASS, he is familiar with most.
Neck Niggles - The graphic details are well not our concern
Sleeping bag - In the world of writing, the perfect "drop" to mislead intention.
@ravi: what only, you think off.. ayyo!
Lol! Ravi, I know better now. I didn't read between the lines, I mean, words.
what is going on here?
Leena,
It's always the words...
Inspite of all the flag(posts), all the clothes hanging, all the staring into the wild writing... there are times when your original self comes out... in the ASS case subtly...
If there is something that is not BS, this is it... what he means here. ASS and a multitude of women... go hand in hand; been like this for ages, will be like this for ever - inspite of how artfully he tries to sound genuine.
let us thank ravi again for his perspective on my life.
(applause)
thank you.
at your service!
Pleasure is all mine!
lol
LOL!
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