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The Road to Punya: May 2015
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The Road to Punya. Thursday, May 07, 2015. Sometimes I shake myself out of a reverie I didn't even know I was in - an extended state in which I continue to function, to go through life without actually being aware that I. am. I am alive. That I exist. That what I'm doing, what is happening to me, is actually really happening. It's not nice. What can one then do but mournfully, balefully exist. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Blast from the Past. The World According to Sroyon.
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The Road to Punya: Let's stop feeding the dust bunnies little dust carrots.
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The Road to Punya. Wednesday, September 04, 2013. Let's stop feeding the dust bunnies little dust carrots. It's been a long time since I've written a letter. Or even a nice long email. I used to really ramble on in letters and emails. Describe what I was doing. Where I was. Where I wished I was. What I wished I was eating where I wished I was. How the animals around me would react when I ate what I wished I was eating where I wished I was. And now there is nothing. So what if it's not nooyear? I hardly e...
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The Road to Punya: A piece of apple floats in a sea of absolute delight.
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The Road to Punya. Tuesday, April 30, 2013. A piece of apple floats in a sea of absolute delight. So much I've been eating, so much I've been eating. Mygawd. Dhansak and custard and bread pudding and tender coconut icecream and chunky chocolate icecream and mango lassi and Philadelphia cheesecake and molten chocolate birthday cake and red velvet cupcakes and carrot cake cupcakes with a little carrot drawn in cream on top. How can people not enjoy food? They have this wonderful nonsense thing called hot b...
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The Road to Punya: February 2013
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The Road to Punya. Wednesday, February 13, 2013. Feeling a tad overwhelmed only. Too much is happening, too much is about to happen. My life is going to see more action in May, June and July than it has in the past 2 years. It's slightly terrifying and it's sort of like jam. I am about to dive into that lump of jam. I don't even actually like jam but alas, this metaphor would probably not have worked with cheese. Mmm. It is time to realise that life has become all about dodging or accepting the TWSS'.
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The Road to Punya: October 2014
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The Road to Punya. Thursday, October 30, 2014. I'm not even a morning person. My favourite part of the day is actually just 15 minutes in the morning. That brief shining window of time before I *have* to get up and go about my day. Before making breakfast, feeding cats, running off to work, for those few minutes I can lie in bed with my eyes closed, listening to what's happening around me. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Blast from the Past. Im not even a morning person.
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The Road to Punya: Shot Story #1
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The Road to Punya. Tuesday, February 18, 2014. My very first Shot Story. Bhola returned to his spot on the sidewalk on Friday morning, utterly exhausted and covered in pink paint. His beatific smile couldn’t have betrayed the fact that he had just spent several excruciating hours daubing every single leaf on a long row of bushes with paint that he had silently pilfered, all while steering clear of cops or any unwanted attention. 8220;It’s my turn today.”. 8220;Shut it, you got to choose just 2 days ago!
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The Road to Punya: October 2013
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The Road to Punya. Thursday, October 31, 2013. Think of a polar bear wearing a graduation hat. Think of it throwing the hat up in the air in glee and slight disappointment that it is not a fish. Imagine if videos were sentient. Living quietly in your hard drive, having quiet lives and dysfunctional families, hoping they never get noticed by your eyes. Oh and what eyes, glaring and ferocious, eyes reddened from watching too much TV and reading one too many open letters for your own good. When the media li...
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The Road to Punya: June 2013
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The Road to Punya. Monday, June 10, 2013. While I perform stern and propah grownup activities such as looking for houses and buying a Raymonds suit with a faine looking man, the clouds they rain merry merry on me. Hopefully a home shall soon be found which I do not have to sell any limbs for. A home which gives a warm yellow glowing feeling inside, a home which feels like your whole world once you're in it. Best of luck to meeee. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Blast from the Past.
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The Road to Punya: July 2013
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The Road to Punya. Tuesday, July 09, 2013. I've been begging my parents to let me get a dog since I was five. For the first time ever I'm a little glad they never agreed. She hadn't been turning up to office for a week or so and so I went to ask the neighbouring office people, who usually fed her, where she was. They told me she died. She wandered out onto the road and was hit by a car. How I'd feel if a dog I had known for years had died is unimaginable. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Blast from the Past.
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The Road to Punya: Existence suxbro
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The Road to Punya. Thursday, May 07, 2015. Sometimes I shake myself out of a reverie I didn't even know I was in - an extended state in which I continue to function, to go through life without actually being aware that I. am. I am alive. That I exist. That what I'm doing, what is happening to me, is actually really happening. It's not nice. What can one then do but mournfully, balefully exist. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Blast from the Past. The World According to Sroyon.
