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the files of agent green glass: September 2010
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The files of agent green glass. Wednesday, September 22, 2010. Make up sex and break up sex have made the urban dictionary. What I want to know is when will wake up sex get its due? Posted by agent green glass. Sunday, September 19, 2010. Lay lady lay, lay across my big brass bed. This is crazy, she said. This, you dufus. The sex. Fool All we’ve done is have sex. Like rabbits. Okay, I like rabbits. Damn, you think this tottering old bed will take so much action? Let’s break it. Yeah, like your aunt.
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the files of agent green glass: no men were harmed in the making of this post
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The files of agent green glass. Thursday, April 7, 2011. No men were harmed in the making of this post. Okay, I’m back. And thank you anon, for your concern. But no I’m not dead. So on to more interesting matters. Like my morbid attachment to reality shows. In fact the worse they are, the more I’m addicted to them. This continues till it looks like their eyes will pop and they will most certainly need the services of an ambulance if not undertaker. Oddly entertaining it is. Posted by agent green glass.
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the files of agent green glass: July 2010
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The files of agent green glass. Friday, July 30, 2010. I cut my hair. Snipped the length and the curls out. And realised two things. I feel compelled to be cool at the salon. I also feel compelled to be cool at the doctor/dentist/tattoo parlour. Anything that involves pain or doubt or scares me, I behave strangely masochistic. Dentist: “ I’m gonna need to extract two teeth.”. Me (tonsils shivering): “ha, ha, extract four.”. Doctor: “You will now be wheeled into the OT”. Posted by agent green glass. Flori...
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the files of agent green glass: June 2011
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The files of agent green glass. Monday, June 13, 2011. Fuck, fuck, fuck. All I can think about is why didn’t I buy the Husain sketch? It was going for a lakh five years back. Not a particularly pretty sketch. Just a small charcoal squiggly thing which I think one of his grandkids did at school and he signed for a lark. I should have broken the bank and bought it. But as usual, my middle class desire to watch my Post Office account grow at the speed of a snail shitting, dashed all my dreams. Will the Kare...
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the files of agent green glass: August 2010
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The files of agent green glass. Saturday, August 28, 2010. If i was a colour, it would be a mottled purple. What the fuck is the difference between house and trance and techno? No dude, don’t get me wrong. I like the stuff. You can stomp your feet and bob your head like crazy. But it all sounds the same. Slightly trippy, and always surprising to hear lyrics. What the fuck is an ecopolitical spiritual mentor? What the fuck is with sports? What the fuck is with these idiots? Yes you. Are we good? 90% popul...
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the files of agent green glass: January 2011
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The files of agent green glass. Monday, January 24, 2011. Preschool in a grumpy lady’s living room. Which overlooks my office kitchen window. What your mother is getting too rich or what? Clothes store. Two accented women. But my arms look fat? Shit, I really like it. But I look fat. No, no, you don’t. La Senza Trial Room, girl on phone. Giggle. Idiot. Giggle. What will you tell your mother, why am I there? Oh god. Then she’s going to kn. Ow for sure what we’re up to. Giggle. Idiot. Giggle. I said bye to...
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the files of agent green glass: December 2010
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The files of agent green glass. Monday, December 27, 2010. Cool is a scary thing. It’s that time of the year again. When my bloody jeans get so tight that they could pass off as jeggings or heggings or whatever ugly name they’ve given stretch jeans. Anyway, the highpoint of Christmas was to discover that we are such a liberalised society. Yes, dahling, will you please light my menthol while I let my mind get as broad as my ass. Dude, really, why? What’s the connection? Even Savita Bhabi has better taste.
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the files of agent green glass: freak
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The files of agent green glass. Wednesday, June 8, 2011. Seriously, after spending most of my adult life wondering how to wear eye-shadow, i’m now clearly becoming a pro at it. It’s scaring me. Will I start to crave Louis Vuitton bags? Will I go to Jamuna Pai for little jabs to restore my wrinkles? Will the Kareena yoga lady be on my speed dial. Will I only eat stir fry and shitake and teppanyaki? Will I go for opening nites and nibble on cheese? Will I be a dahling? Posted by agent green glass. It was g...
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the files of agent green glass: June 2010
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The files of agent green glass. Friday, June 11, 2010. When it rains i revisit old books. Some weekends when it’s stormy and afternoon is turning to evening, I lie on the futon and read all all my favourites. Mandrake. Bahadur. Alexander Frater’s Chasing the monsoon. The Mahabharat. Bill Bryson’s Notes from a small country. Patricia Highsmith’s Ripley Series. Biggles. Pearls before Swine. Philip Roth’s Goodbye Columbus. And of course liberal doses of Feluda. Posted by agent green glass. So I race out of ...
