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Voices in my head - Risus Sardonicus
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Voices in my head. I arrive at my office and place my coat on the chair. The climate will never be right to wear them even for official purposes. I sit there waiting and waiting. Seeing me idle, the voices come whispering poisonous nothings into my ears. Aren't you tired of this life? Day after day, you wake up like a bloody zombie and head over here to listen to peoples problems. Dont you have enough of your own? Says one of them. " Good thing your wife left you 'innit? Jotted down by DJ Arabia. Finding...
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The Visit -1 - Risus Sardonicus
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I utter something about not having the money and I return home, all the while looking at the X-ray. A black and white portrait of me, as I really am. And with me, is a parasite feeding of me. A big white circle of death. This cough is going to get the best of me. Jotted down by DJ Arabia. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Words are all I have. Dil to baccha hai. Fame; celebrity; fans; films; adoration. Sri Lanka; Indian mythology;. Take a chance on. A Cartoon Guide to Becoming a Doctor. My Love of Music.
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Saffron - Risus Sardonicus
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Walking along the pavement, a rolling cart filled with bananas which have been soaked in the morning and noon sun till they suffer a bad tan pulls up the road, I see him. Head wrapped in a turban, a saffron cloth folded and wrapped circumferentially enclosing the snow white hair that he hides beneath. Sitting on the steps leading to a closed ATM, he pulls up the chillum to his mouth, inhaling the goodness of cannabinoid tobacco, smoke exhaled, senses submitting, he stares on. Jotted down by DJ Arabia.
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The Visit - Risus Sardonicus
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He brings the paper closer. The letters all in Malayalam, the cuves do a pirouette while the rest undulate laterally and sidewind. "Arre babu, why you doing all this nakra? Adjust your specs no" says the patient from Bengal sitting next to him. "Ah ah" he replies, nodding his head side to side, while changing his position thinking to himself, 'what a nosy bugger this fellow is'. Jotted down by DJ Arabia. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Words are all I have. Dil to baccha hai. Take a chance on. This w...
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Unfaithful - Risus Sardonicus
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Standing in front of the mirror, she places back the fallen strap. Eyes kohl lined and lips rouged, a wink, a smile ensues. Hair left open, earrings dangle. She heads out, scented and stilletoed. Pulling out the note, a number neatly penned. She looks around, the passers by stare. Typing the numbers in, a flick of the hair. Hello, I'm coming over .'. Her fingers trace the verse on her arm. Love bears all things, believes all things,. Hopes all things, endures all things. His face revulsed, dignity defiled.
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Degenerate - Risus Sardonicus
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Jotted down by DJ Arabia. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Words are all I have. Dil to baccha hai. Fame; celebrity; fans; films; adoration. Sri Lanka; Indian mythology;. Take a chance on. A Cartoon Guide to Becoming a Doctor. Finding My Wings in Life. My Love of Music. Note 3 review : Pure awesomeness and fun. Wet, Wash, Dry.Repeat. Not quite the vox populi. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
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The Writer - Risus Sardonicus
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Inspired by Ellie Goulding's The Writer. Jotted down by DJ Arabia. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Words are all I have. Dil to baccha hai. Fame; celebrity; fans; films; adoration. Sri Lanka; Indian mythology;. Take a chance on. A Cartoon Guide to Becoming a Doctor. Finding My Wings in Life. My Love of Music. Note 3 review : Pure awesomeness and fun. Wet, Wash, Dry.Repeat. Not quite the vox populi.
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Take Care - Risus Sardonicus
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One Loved a Little Less.”. I think the fact that we can never be together disappoints me. I could never wake up to see your face, your dishevelled hair. My arms would never be holding you close, nor playing with your shirt buttons. Our legs would never fight to the end to see whose would come on top. Come to think of it, its probably your eyes I'd miss the most. Or your smile, I could never decide. I will always love you no matter what. The world shall turn, birds will fly, time shall never stop.
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Harangue - Part I - Risus Sardonicus
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Harangue - Part I. Wake up to the same damn song on the phone, I haven't bothered to change it in months (screw me). The barking dogs and the siphoning mosquitoes who make the most of the all their all night buffet meal, namely me (screw them). Feed on a book whilst straining to poo. Brush Ayurvedic toothpaste onto my creamy whites, more like oil of Olay gone desecrate. T the end as I return the H2O to its warm self. Mix and match, though not for me. Cos I suffer from obesity. Neither am I chauffeured in...
