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Where we question the Rules; those stubborn old bastards with stoney faces

Standing in this one long, long line. Rule 1, Rule 2 and so on and so forth.

Just looking at you and not even blinking. Even as you yell and scream and shout and question the reason behind their existence. 248 more words

Where, after the longest time ever, it starts once again

It is best described as an itch. Or a twitch. It begins in the hands, it does, this itch. When you are holding the steering wheel of the car and you are staring into the empty road ahead. 536 more words

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Where the people we meet add up. Numbers and memories floating in the sea of your consciousness

I like the whole idea of floating. Just floating.

I would make an awesome floater. For shizzles ya’all. Like in a space movie, I would be the fuckin perfect extra. 465 more words

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Where the funnies are in my head, an overflowing collection of insanely comical images juxtaposed with the wails of dying women

First time I ever used the word juxtaposed. Man, now that is a word that comes with some serious baggage.


So I was imagining someone dancing to yeh jawaani hai deewani in this real jerky kinda way. 276 more words

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If one more person sends me that acapella link

I am going to fucking take their heads and ram it right through their computer screens. Oh you want to listen to it? Huh? Why don’t i twist your ears right over the fucking speakers you fucking retard. 733 more words


Where we try skipping, resulting in much mirth as bits of flesh and moobs are thrown all over the place

I swear to heyzoos. Like I was just telling this buddy of mine, if I ever made a video of me skipping and put the video on youtube, it would get a billion hits. 504 more words


Where the slightly spicy samosas are bitten into, garam garam on my fingers and dipped in tangy chutney

Samosas. What an idea sirjiee. Fry some aloo and some mutter and then mix in some masala and then fry it all again and then stuff it in this soft, pliant shell and then fry the mothafuck out of that as well. 318 more words

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