There's an ancient saying....it doesn't rain, it pours.....well guess what, it's pouring men.........and it's rather like being caught in a downpour, a week after you totter back from pneumonia and the brink of the grave....sniff..... Why? Oh why?? Oh why do all the wrong, wrong, wrong men find me unaccountably fascinating ?!!
If I met Sir Sean Connery, walking past the jheel, do you think he'd stop and ask for my name and number?!!! If certain men who fascinate me and who continue to remain unattainable because they're too busy (and the plural is used like the royal 'we'...... I refer to one unique man out here...of course whether he be man or sphinx is beyond my mortal, feminine powers of judgement)....if such men happened to be whizzing past me would they stop and offer me a lift home?!!! I'm feeling rather like a snake, who excels in the art of hypnotizing hapless victims (wishful thinking) but who would much, much rather feast on grass then the sort of birds fluttering around longing to get entranced in my gaze.....and of course, inevitably some of these undesirable (in every sense of the word) elements will have amours and paramours and then it's back to that mesh of accusations and counter-accusations, where before you know it some freaky woman accuses you of all manners of nefarious activities with her 'man' a week after you've barely noticed his unprepossessing existence.......
Sigh....and all the good men are going away....one albeit temporarily.....but for an immature twenty-something (that's me) a week is one day short of forever......sneeef......and me will miss most terribly another fascinating, unattainable almost thirty year old who went away yesterday leaving the university campus rather desolate.....some people irrespective of levels of personal interaction just leave an imprint on the world around you.....and suddenly the fact that they're not there for the fairly infrequent nod and smile makes a veritable difference.....and.....I don't know....I don't think I shall ever be able to tell.......heaven from hell.......
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lekhar eto breadth e ami hariye jai.
"Only presidents, editors and people with tapeworms have the right to use the editorial 'we'." - Mark Twain
I think this is funny. To think that most people have actually resorted to 'eating grass' LOLZ!
And the pink floyd line at the end... 'we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl!', now I do love that song, I do, I do!
Oh and another comment (must leave at least some form of impression being the egotistical bastard that I am) Is Babelfish the lovely little fish that you wriggle into your ears in order to understand/comprehend the incoherent garble that surrounds you?
Are you an understanding person by nature or is it that you speak many languages?
woof woof.
not sure who is who..
y where is freddie off too??and whos the other one??
cass : lotsa long stories...
sayan : Samuel was a smart man :D
dd : erm, uncertain as to how uncomplimentary that is
anonymous : egotistical bastard eh?...that means you must be a man...so mister, you got a name? You got the babelfish bit right...though I ain't sure about the lovely, wriggling yes...and this fish is a bit of both..understands humans and some of the words they use to conceal their thoughts :)
and cass you will not mention the name of Freddy for the next week on the pain of death, my death at least...actually, why a week, make that forever :(
Like the pine trees linin’ the windin’ road
I’ve got a name, I’ve got a name
Like the singin’ bird and the croakin’ toad
I’ve got a name, I’ve got a name
And I carry it with me like my daddy did
But I’m livin’ the dream that he kept hid
Movin’ me down the highway
Rollin’ me down the highway
Movin’ ahead so life won’t pass me by
(Jim Croce- I got a name)
I prefer to keep my name anonymous for now. Will reveal it sooner or later (egotistical remember?) and in all probability, sooner. You don't know me though, I just like reading your daily ramblings :)
anon : beautiful words my friend (?) and thanks, keep visiting :D
It's the same anon that posts on my blog.
and how bout right man,wrong reasons?
I was pleasantly surprised to find some young 'uns who like Simon & G. But now one who likes Jim Croce as well? Anon, we must converse anon.
J.A.P.
I'd be glad to.
alright anon, who's the jester? :D
oh that blog.
I deleted it. Jester was a nickname my friends affectionately called me. I've made a new one though. This one.
So I shall simply think of you as the Jesting Sphinx :D
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