no if no jat sirf butt.

there are so many women in such vicinity. so much 'hau' to be had. but there's a heavy air of incompatibility that hangs low. its in the sweet smell of winter-onset in the inadvertent bead of sweat in the cold, in the frowns, in every gait. There's plastic beauty and all that can entice.

i was just pretentiously trying to be prolific above.

now heres the deal Antaragni is on. The biggest college festival in the country (debatable) and the biggest college rock competition(not debatable). so what does it take to be a rock band? hot pipe hitting chicks with the band, fat "hey ho, i'm EMO" dressed-in-black black guys or the shitty sound check and shittier lyric in their song. the guy with long hair would go "check check ..... check check (me out i am making noise) yeah..ooohh aahhh ohhhh yeah aahhhhh and (orgasm)." and then they would puke while growling and all sorts of oral and vocal oddity. The only part in all of this that is enjoyable is the smoking smoking-hot chick. yeah. no one likes classic rock these days.
why dont you like classic rock?
why don't you die?

its simple there are only three things to be admired
Bandi (recklessly hot)
gana
khana.

and the dressing is food for thought too. the shabby i-am-so-free appearance has to have just the right amount of shabbiness. a little slip or a small crease is dealt with haste in order to conform to the 'freedom with the right amount of shabbiness'. some freedom. punks.

so heres a theory how they got their enviably long hair. Its has a Two Deep Breaths mechanism.
First deep breath : ...and nothing. but wait, did your balls fall off?
Second deep breath : and lo! magically all of the fat disappeared and the head puked out tonnes of hair. awesomeness. i am blinded. but you my dear have no balls now. aha ahaha ahahahahahah.

Insolence makes me sick, and it makes you you.

"Have you ever seen those smilies while chatting? There are these different smiley themes available, which make you go "wow, that girl must really like me, look how she's smiling!" or "man, i overdid it today, he's really crying!". It's just a smiley! All she did was put a colon and a bracket!"

quoting Chachi

My Name is Sameer Singh

And I am no pussy magnet, although the situation is very tight all the time. I should learn to not save passwords here, there, everywhere.

the doors

parity clarity jitters bleak
coarse remorse hide seek
weep sleep voyeur's peek
snort retort alcohol reek
love dove pet cheek
money honey indulgence weak
run gun blood leak
peace lease god meek
fumble stumble break the fall
halted vaulted within brick walls
kneel heel pray on the floor
would it hurt for you to open the door?

through the clamour of breaking porcelain
was i the one (left) to blame
for the muted sound of twinkling stars
that you could never hear from so far
you know why i never said anything?
the distance was too much for me to bring
but really, i wanted you to be free
in part it was who i wanted you to be
i wanted you to come to me.



all the lonely people where do they all come from
all the lonely people where do they all belong

i don't know when or how to quit
because smoking alone is a guilty affair
living alone is guiltier still.