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therapybluejanitor: Pablo's 'Three'...
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Wednesday, March 12, 2008. Somebody explain to me why it takes a swift kick on one’s metaphorical butt to realize that one is worthy of better things? Better everythings. Better music, better hair, better bottomlines, better sex, better life. Even better jokes. Better boundaries. Better definitions. A better body. More logic. Better heart. Better head. Better butt. Hm. Here’s today's crossword. Cut to six months. A meets C. They discover they fit. Like. Never. Before. A simple logical set of proceedings?
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therapybluejanitor: City
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Tuesday, October 12, 2010. New York is dark gray and black and occasionally, wears red high heels. The sun is brighter here and blue bounces off the crisp whiteness of your linen. They wear dark glasses in the high fashion of the underground. We sip iced venti lattes in cutting edge silences. Fraternal and communal, organic and asexual. Beautiful and banal and shiny like vinyl. Just love your imagery and expressions. New York, Paris London! Kahaan Bangalore aur kahaan NY? If u find it good, it must be so.
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therapybluejanitor: Tomorrow...
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Thursday, April 15, 2010. Its crazy how hard forgiveness can be. It's crazy how much you are worth. Feel me up underneath my raw skin. Make me remember that you are the earth. Understand my existance, undermine my warts. Walk with the fears in my handles. Feel me and thrill me and play me by sleep. Brown babies of sweet ripened candour. Love is a many spendoured angry white beast. The quick fuck is our one horned shy wonder. Please tell me that story, the one with the deed,. Damn Where you been?
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therapybluejanitor: Pop went the weasel…
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Wednesday, February 20, 2008. Pop went the weasel…. I do know things are never quite so simple. And that everyone has some good. But I’m genuinely not interested anymore. I’m tired of looking for beauty where there was none. I’m tired of a bicep flexing reflection being a stronger memory than a conversation. And if someone else finds the needle, good luck to them and their roll in the hay. Heh Very cool man. But but. more power to you. power and hugs. And thankoo for hugs. Do change the music. Have never...
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therapybluejanitor: After all...
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Monday, August 27, 2007. I'm supposed to feel a song. Pour fifty five tears down her reel. The Boss is busy feeling up the fourth in line,. We're out fishing for the driver's wheel. Complicated and all in knots,. The aftertaste of the unacquired taste. Love's a bitch and wish you were here,. Its fun when we make love in haste. What's the problem, ask's Doctor Teeth. Would you prefer a life less lived? Excuse my language, I quite like my frog. Especially in his moments of Prince. I second that :). Paints ...
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therapybluejanitor: Flashing in my pan...
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Tuesday, March 18, 2008. Flashing in my pan. Some of the most fascinating people I’ve ever met aren’t nice, just very interesting. Some are friends, dear and distant, some are family. A couple of boyfriends, colleagues, senior professionals, an old teacher, old flame…. Well yeah . havent met many women who like 'saints' . if you know what I mean . :). The more the layers to a man, the more the women who wanna tear it down to stamp their presence! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Flashing in my pan.
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therapybluejanitor: Reflections on Ice-Breaking
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Wednesday, May 21, 2008. This Nash guy is a philosopher. He's on to a lot. That's masterful. Really is. Like philosophers, do you? Yes Nash is quite the man. :O). I think things like that are natural from someone named Ogden. Finally some movement here. I quite liked him . the Nash guy.:). You know some else like him? Hello houdini. hope you're having fun. Do come back. The world needs Therapy. That dentist poem in school i still remember parts of it. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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therapybluejanitor: Your Song...
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Monday, October 22, 2007. I met two interesting people, that I enjoyed and felt like writing about. With due thanks to Gin Soaked Boy. I’m the feeling, the old fashioned high collar,. I’m the princess, smiling getaways with murder. I’m wanderlust, the roving eye you never had. I’m wanton beauty, the beast you can’t deny. I’m the perfect wordsmith, the mighty muse of your moment. I’m pure addiction, sweet hunger and hallucination. I’m the knowing fortress you cannot wait to destroy. I’m the beloved ...
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therapybluejanitor: Lola undercover...
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Saturday, March 08, 2008. With charming smile and twinkling manner, asked if I wanted to help him in the kitchen. A little sunshine with that coffee and I think it’s going to be a good day. These days, a good day is a great day. Baby steps. Kid gloves. Sunshine is back, offering me candies before landing. Pity I’m picky. About sweet things. Sigh. Soon I will be buying my first, probably tiny car. And praying while I relearn the math of driving. Driving in Bombay city. Stop laughing. Now. I will be yogic ...
