http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BBMOAOSahPU
almost touching 11 years, i called the number in complete randomness and sadness and wonderfulness. my heart only an inch and 3 quarters hovering outside of my chest.
it rang and then rang and then it rang again. i was like fuck this she is obviously screening it.
ring. one more ring... -- -- - - - hello> gruff horrible sounding man.
hello? kon bol raha hai?
asjad!
skype call hang up.
fuck. what the fuck is her number?!
>> stoned and this is hilarious.
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doggie and birdie i need help yaar
This phone call reminded me of her... first love .. or whatever.. no mater how many time you get into this love thing, it always leaves you as clueless as the witness-ers of virgin marry.. .. .. anyway i was saying i started to miss her.. the time i found her college number and my fking suicide attempt and then my two morbid years of despair.. such a bullshit i was at that time oh God ..
i am losing the pace right now but want to share more.. for the fucking sake of random feeling that i just got from this blog..
pata hai kya? years had passed and been in love with 3 women of beauty , character .. but this craving for more and more and mre is slighly catastrphic.. yeah i was being modern with the intensity... completely destruction actually..
I think..sense of rejection from Supreme power and assurance of our uncertainity (because we fking enjoy it and we like being rolled up and down here n there back and forth without knowing the direction), we have become morally week and cannot up to fullfilling commitments.. sometimes they fuck up, if they don't we do certainly.. but it happens... IT FKING HAPPENS..
WE ARE LESBIANS WITH THE HASHTAG OF POLYGAMIST.. UNFAITHFUL AND PLAYER!
i think i want to say more.. umm.. i dont know words are barely owned .. it is pat.. words are slipping down.. like a shit with zzzzzzzz sound of flush.. LIFE IS MOTHA FUCKING COMPLICATED BECAUSE WE LIKE TO LIVE IT THAT WAY... WE ARE TRAPPED BABY.. SO BADLY SO BADLY. UH
Chalo give me name umm "Trapped".
I think in 24 years of sin i never craved for jhoota nasha .. i always thought her eyes are orgasmic enough to squeeze my soul, to doze of my mind and wet my pants.. but once concept of oneness is lost, once the phenomenon of one love is faded out, you feel everyones eyes same.. i dont know wtf!
am making gramatical or speling or whatever mistakes but you can understand i believe .. i am going to have my first joint of dope... even tears are hillariously dancing within my eyes and making fun od the beholder.. oh fuck.. i am the same above 'trapped"
tum dono hamesha khush raho. Ameeeeeen.
oye! say no to all drugs but mary jane.
keep it sane, keep it sane.
- b
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