lola after 3 tall vodkas still spinning is a treat. met me 4a.m. jmhl park. run.

I got taggedy tagged by the dreaded Vijaylakshmi of the notorious Dandupalya gang. teehee. But my stats are pretty above the numbers boast:

Show me what to do

How small can a person get? As small as me. One really doesnt know - i cannot argue for exceptional ambition. going by how far i've come materially. i 'm only thinking i would be happy not to kill anyone. and maybe save life namelessly. sandeep sent a photo - 'Vulture Child'. i dont know what was more disturbing - that the photojournalist left as soon as he'd taken the photo, that the photo was selected for the 'prize', he was selected 'winner'or that the photo's doing the rounds again for all the frigging same viewing and sympathy. i'm sorry i don't get it. the suicide comes as no surprise.inaction can haunt, toture and kill when you might have saved. fuck.

Meanwhile my sister's sent me a birthday card from sudan and she says she strangely misses me. i couldnt resist buying paste jewellery in pondi in memory of our 'imagination-imagination' games. and to me she's still the most original, finest mind i've ever known. I'll scan you her card art and put it up here soon. 2 giraffes it features. she and me. me the smaller, behind, and copying her all the time.
I miss a kind of mind.

pondi-15 km and back everyday

I'm biking in pondi rite now. woohoo. took a break ofcourse to put this down. C'mon over all ye - join in the wooooooooo. C'mon on your own though, that way you can rip like a kip.
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Some of the best craftwork in Pondi comes out of the auro franchise. Casabalanca the 'mega' store of sorts easily puts the bling of bang to shamey shame. And the stuffs cheap. The only probs - it's too frigging hot. mum, how can i tell ya - i'm still sleepy, tired and underfed. This might be my last very year.
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The traffics increased marginally. thats whats changed in 2 years.
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Hoha - looks like the boss wants me back monday. what do u say?

Looking straight

Know the old man who sells newspapers without a word at the Parsi Temple Park bus stand behind the Indian Express? He's been doing that ever since I knew that place. Last week stood there for a bus in the morning and saw him nodding off. I wonder what his story is and I send good feelings his way.
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Yesterday night for the first time in a very long time, saw 'solide' hookers. Just came out on the road from booking tickets at Majestic, there they stood as all women should - monuments to everything men fear and a definitely 'it'. woohoo - i would have liked to have interviewed them or something but right then wasnt the time either for them or for me. Cos I was sweating it out looking for a rick without asking the predators while motoring ahead at top-ath speed.beepbeep. Wasnt sure if they were eunuchs tho? Eunuchs don't ususally ply, rite? Remmeber they were really well-toned but not overly.

the Marvellous vacuity of Friendship

The nice thing is maybe that growing up is about unsticking myself and yourself from the shadows of friends who went on to harvard law and caltech. and for those who stayed behind like ourself; others whove noticed think we need the succour and we get their suckers. So we've worked out an elaborate personality quirk that cuts them out. We love every sweet wind and smile at the passing rain tree in our view from the rick. But in the end we see, no matter how many you can call on - at some time you see youre on your own, high on the mound of a tame legacy. alone absolutely. With myself and a drifting dalloway on a saturday night wanting to communicate in this way, tapping on a legacy keyboard to anyone who will pick this in hyperspace, and pricks up to channel me. But we will remain as ever alone in our inward movings. Except when we're laughing and the spirits join from the heat and an essentail unity develops in the place before us and we've become one before we move away again cos a laugh can't last for ever.

Now i've got the most spectral headache and am trying to look like work. How does that look? you're no fukking good baab. no beating good.

Curry dots with finger tips

Last night had a very very late dinn at Chandini Chowk, Koramangal. Plenty of frickiness getting stuck in the rain and failed connection to mobes and ignorance of CC location in the first place. Got there. There was the Mountaineering Group nice and okay. Hi hi s went round and there was the Jamaican lady Sasha and her ye simply perfect, deliteful and hardy almost 1-yr dotter called Mohini. Quite unaffected by the adulation; thought Mohini was quite right. Sasha the mom's from Jamaica and glowed. She's married to a member of the club and was filling in. She used to work as a waitress in NYC so kinda wary of irritating the waitor too much when we didnt like the bowbow he surprised us with. She married at 18 and it was only later we found she was preg. I've been assuring folks my marriage is going to be as private, suprasmall and almost entirely exclusive as the sis's. Ska said I wouldnt hear from her again if she warnt invited for me m. 'ptooi' i say. And honestly dont care too very much. Mohini played with the curry and got placed arty spots on my sack bag with her finger tips. Lovely, and done in the spirit of scientific enquiry and pure clear artistic expression.

Skyscrapers

Other men Other histories and my damp back and obedient ambition along the same lines in this field walked over to flatness in less than a year. My inner germ shifts and worms through the thunder of existence and nothing changes noteven my expression even though I am last and have a better view and am absolutely nearer, much closer to you. I won't look up, I know the sky of doom, the flat hay and the totems for today. I will serve today tommorow in some hope. The same hope of fledgling warts, moody cows, sham shoes and voodos. Lets walk. The bottom straight ahead of me keeps me moving. His names Zay, my names Kray and we march with screaming maiden minds as we have this year every day except Sunday. Sunday? It's an accident and a parallel existence but no changed realities; it's all the same Zay, climbe your pole and I'll stake you down. This way, that way. You die. I Stay.