rigmarole

have you seen her color? it's like... [...not so good...]. n' her feet. you can use it as an axe to cut down the giant oak tree if you want to.

the day had started with the declaration of how big a loser i'm... n' i said "Thank You". the day had ended with the declaration that it must be a rarity to find someone so borin' as me... n' i said "Thank You". Thank You's in pairs like that markin' the beginnin' and the endin' are never in your favor perhaps.

it was autumn n' i was young. the book was on "General Theory of Relativity" n' i read "Gravity can bend space"... n' i felt Blake. couldn't have stopped from fallin' in love with Einstein. neither with gravity. both the love affairs are fairly intact.

the landscape of nudity is like sunshine. mostly radiant. you can smell the scentless heat. the anonymity is totally identifiable. nudity not acclaimed but only proclaimed. partiality had only managed to add profundity. a close up could have easily added fecundity as well. but somehow that dress was makin' her dignity lesser than usual... although i was seein' her for the first n' last time. i was partially ashamed. could have been substantially if i wasn't partially aroused. my shame was feedin' upon my arousal... n' the latter was feedin' upon her recedin' dignity. when n' how did i become oh so beastly?

feedin' upon smoulderin' coal is adequately painful. but you can rarely challenge your survival when it is your only diet. livin' amongst these walls is difficult as well... when the bricks are just like mirrors which shows what you were all the time.

n' "fe fi fo fum" doesn't look so scary if you managed to miss the second line... which incidentally i did. n' then i was very frightened when i heard it later. scary things can be really fun if you don't get them.