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The Little Grey Squiggles.: April 2012
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The Little Grey Squiggles. Saturday, April 21, 2012. The desert sands can do strange things to a person. The grains burrow deep into your skin to lend your face a timeless quality. The old man squatting opposite us was around ninety, but he looked older than anyone I had ever seen. Underneath a pair of bushy eyebrows, his eyes still retained sparks of a long forgotten fire. 8220;We never had enough water in those days. There was only one well, many kilometres away. People would walk there and sta...8220;...
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The Little Grey Squiggles.: Home, sweet soul
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The Little Grey Squiggles. Monday, April 16, 2012. Home, sweet soul. The city is lies, deceit and pretend humane. It is a complex machine of sorts, masquerading with a human face, a familiar place. It lulls its unknowing people into a complacent nap. Everything is alright because I am a happy place with a smiling face. Believe in me and the buildings that you see around you. You are mistaken. Behind those shut windows are not soulless souls who pretend to live. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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The Little Grey Squiggles.: March 2012
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The Little Grey Squiggles. Tuesday, March 27, 2012. Six little bricks made up the tiny hut. Some were crumbly and some were not. I lived inside and hoped that the strong ones would stand. One day, they all fell down on me. And covered me with a layer of fine dust. I stood up and realised. It wasn’t so bad after all. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). 8220;What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.”. View my complete profile. With a dash of salt.
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The Little Grey Squiggles.: After listening to Porcupine Tree.
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The Little Grey Squiggles. Monday, May 27, 2013. After listening to Porcupine Tree. It’s been a long time since I have loved you. I guess with after so many years and so many other faces, I have somehow started forgetting how it feels to have felt for you. After all, even intensity needs practice. Yes, it’s definitely been a long time. I guess loving is also a habit, isn’t it? Sometimes, I am not even sure. Sure of whether it’s your face behind all that’s been happening to me. That sc...Will I be able to...
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The Little Grey Squiggles.: Written long ago.
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The Little Grey Squiggles. Saturday, April 21, 2012. Sometimes, the words don’t look the same. The same everyday words mutate into twisted creatures from a desolate netherland. That dark land is inside your head, painting your nerves and brains with a riot of colours. Do you think he will leave your head? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 8220;What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.”. View my complete profile. The Little Grey Squiggles.
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The Little Grey Squiggles.: “unforgetting”
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The Little Grey Squiggles. Saturday, April 21, 2012. The desert sands can do strange things to a person. The grains burrow deep into your skin to lend your face a timeless quality. The old man squatting opposite us was around ninety, but he looked older than anyone I had ever seen. Underneath a pair of bushy eyebrows, his eyes still retained sparks of a long forgotten fire. 8220;We never had enough water in those days. There was only one well, many kilometres away. People would walk there and sta...8220;...
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The Little Grey Squiggles.: February 2012
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The Little Grey Squiggles. Monday, February 27, 2012. A forgotten Ferris wheel. Looking at the thing, it was easy to conjure up a snap sentimental picture of a bygone time filled with the voices and faces of happy children with swinging feet. Most of us are such suckers for a Lost Time. Thursday, February 2, 2012. What does democracy mean to me? This is where the paradox creeps in. You fight and you struggle, but what are you fighting for? Freedom, a long lost idea? What does the freedom to vote have any...
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The Little Grey Squiggles.: December 2010
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The Little Grey Squiggles. Monday, December 6, 2010. Isn't it that time of the year again for you? Days of broken nights and dancing cheese? Of plastic lungs and smoky smiles? Of drunken miles with dirty dimes? And of psycho rhymes? Golden songs fail to please,. And what of floating sheets? Isn't it that time of the year for you? You with your sly-cream eyes,. And the rum-kissed miles. And the heavy beats. With the muddy shoes. Isn't it that time of the year again for you? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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The Little Grey Squiggles.: Brickdom
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The Little Grey Squiggles. Tuesday, March 27, 2012. Six little bricks made up the tiny hut. Some were crumbly and some were not. I lived inside and hoped that the strong ones would stand. One day, they all fell down on me. And covered me with a layer of fine dust. I stood up and realised. It wasn’t so bad after all. So when are you going to rebuild it? March 27, 2012 at 7:09 AM. It never is that bad. Sigh. April 4, 2012 at 5:17 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
