with a toothbrush in hand, he walks out in front of an affronting mirror
and whispers..
i don't want to be slow
i might run outta time
i don't want to be slow
i might run outta time
posted by Sharad Ragas at 8:44 AM
Saturday, November 08, 2008
About Me
- Name: Sharad Ragas
Digressional, pausing, hewn haired absent tenant of a pop art labeled matchbox.
Previous Posts
- dear boxing sriram,i received your mail. thank you...
- two years..
- story, skin of a moth
- v in bollywood
- ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool..
- two words
- the eyes open to a different ceiling each morning....
- one year later..
- (re-avenge)
- exercise no. 3(c)
2 Comments:
LOL!!
cud've done this after that ,
http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=IUDTlvagjJA&eurl=http://www.orkut.com/FavoriteVideos.aspx?rl=ls&uid=10189349097698291985
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