One Sunday morning, right after an "unpleasant" episode. Television 'saviour' was waiting,my one-click-world-out ...MPTV channel commentator was dramatising about "BLAH and blah"...
...I'll write a book,VOLUMES of my frustrations, fit a plain glass, my hormones doesn't allow beard though, but the glasses will do...
I 'm 19.. ofcourse the world needs to know it's hard being this great me...! Uff! the guys after me, kinda verbose "other " fights, old 'cat-fights'... hard core wrestling with my pillow when I'm totally fucked up and slumping blissfully into it the next second(well thats my exercise too).. man it's too hard living in my shoes, they won't even fit you!!
The traumas and the dramas, the actions and the passions, No one would have gone through my hell and absolutely no one would ever understand me than me.(nose right up)
Yes , it's never been so clear.. the literary world should know that I 've got a spine and a head held high, they thought being feminist meant wearing large bindis or writing about sex? I'll teach them!...
....advertisement on...a black guy comes in, with pierced nose, eyebrow and gods knows what all other parts, braided hair and a beautiful gold tipped toothy smile...almost saying BlAh ?!....
...splendorous! What was that guy advertising by the way? soap, mobile ??.. aah...WTf!
hmmm...Guess pierced eyebrows would look cool than specs...(what bindi, what book?!)
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But hehe I loved ur post... :)