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Hil Station: There and back again
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Wednesday, February 4, 2009. There and back again. So it's official. It's been over six months since anything of note appeared here. Between you and me, writing's like the economy. Cycles of words - a year, maybe more, of industrious writing -. Out of nowhere, when you least expect it, though, six sudden months of cooling off. And then the words come back. Slowly to begin with and then in gushing rapids of ideas bursting through the dams of silence. There and back again. Rendered into webspace by Sheep.
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Hil Station: May 2008
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Wednesday, May 21, 2008. Second Year in Ten Moments. A mid-summer night's dream. Cold, sweater-less, downing six-packs of the Stella Artois variety at Covent Garden with Baveja, Gandu, Arnav and DB while the old guitarist on the square played us Dire Straits on demand. Ah, London town! Where the descent into decadence began. Of daily 2 am. At Athica's. Coming back with Rachana and Pai two months after graduating to a smiling Athica's guy announcing. Only to push two Milds and two steaming. A cheese Maggi...
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Hil Station: Late night work Haikus
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Tuesday, March 10, 2009. Late night work Haikus. Begins in black, blue and red. Ends in black, blue and red. Rendered into webspace by Sheep. Anyone comes near me with any colour and they'll be painted black and blue (with that dash of red). March 10, 2009 at 7:12 PM. March 11, 2009 at 11:42 AM. March 11, 2009 at 3:13 PM. Not sure I know you or quite understand what you're talking about, but thanks anyway? March 11, 2009 at 11:11 PM. I like the Haiku :). March 12, 2009 at 8:12 AM. View my complete profile.
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Hil Station: March 2009
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Tuesday, March 10, 2009. Late night work Haikus. Begins in black, blue and red. Ends in black, blue and red. Rendered into webspace by Sheep. 9 little bottles of beer on the wall. Tuesday, March 3, 2009. Recruitment Haiku - I. Hot air in the hall. Young men in dark suits and ties. Rendered into webspace by Sheep. 0 little bottles of beer on the wall. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Previously on the Hil-Station. Late night work Haikus. Recruitment Haiku - I.
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Ring in the changes | The Printed Jezebel
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Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. Making the words dance. Since 2004. Larr; Kids say the darndest things. When love dies →. Ring in the changes. I know you missed me terribly. I know that, in the words of some immortal Mallus (my mother usually), that you were waiting for me, kannil ena ozhichu. With oil in your eyes – isn’t Malayalam very descriptive? Sometime in the end of last year, I took stock of my life and decided that, whilst I really loved. October 7, 2013...
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Shrutz | The Printed Jezebel
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Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. Making the words dance. Since 2004. I admire the woman. Anyone who can take that level of knocks, weather all the storms-in-a-teacup, brush aside petty minded criticism and STILL rise like a phoenix deserves any and all kudos that you can give her. Mrs Rodham-Clinton, I hope to grow up to be half the woman you are. That’s the sand of time, slipping away,. As you try to greedily hold on to everyday. Posted in 4 line poetry. 8220;No&...
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Hil Station: February 2009
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Wednesday, February 25, 2009. Its nine o clock on a Friday,. The regular crowd shuffles out. There's a CTL sitting next to me. I'm not sure what he's talking about. He says, boy, can you make me an excel sheet? I'm not really sure how it goes. But it's cross-linked and its neat, and I knew it complete. When I last wore an AC's clothes. La la la, de de da. La la, de de da. da da. Make me a model, you're the Excel man. Make me a model tonight. Well, we're all in the mood for an SCM. Oh, la la la, de de da.
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Hil Station: March 2008
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Monday, March 31, 2008. I've written for as long as I can remember. Embarrassing poems, detective stories where the butler. Did it (and usually by page four - I like my short stories short), schoolboy essays, letters, movie reviews and opinions on everything from food to free will. Four blogs have played host to these periodic outbursts of verbosity, eventually fading away into nothingness every time the words dried up; relegated to some obscure, god-forsaken corner of virtual memory.
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Hil Station: Excel man
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Wednesday, February 25, 2009. Its nine o clock on a Friday,. The regular crowd shuffles out. There's a CTL sitting next to me. I'm not sure what he's talking about. He says, boy, can you make me an excel sheet? I'm not really sure how it goes. But it's cross-linked and its neat, and I knew it complete. When I last wore an AC's clothes. La la la, de de da. La la, de de da. da da. Make me a model, you're the Excel man. Make me a model tonight. Well, we're all in the mood for an SCM. Oh, la la la, de de da.
