I wrote my screams on a piece of paper. Distributed evenly on either sides. One of the sides would weigh more than the other. |

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There's a cactus growing out of my head. It might outgrow me. None of my words would seem sharp enough afterward. I find the roots on my tongue. I'm thirsty. Pass on the bottle please. If it's not empty already. Sorry folks. I can't differentiate water from air. Drinking one is same as inhaling the other. So, pass on the bottle, if you haven't trapped vacuum in it. Excuse me sir, I've been foolish. Vacuum and mammoths are long extinct. Drinking anything might work.
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You have so much going in so little space. Even your author's comment could be a piece in it's own right
I'm sorry your piece just left me lost for words and I feel really silly, with nothing to say =/ Vacuum and mammoths are long extinct. That's just beautiful. I'm really glad I'm watching you. -- [link] my tumblr [link] my last.fm Yes, space is perhaps, what this piece really deals with. I didn't have much space left to deal with this any more elaborately.
Thanks for reading this. And more into it. Bhalo Theko. -- Lemme take you on a roller-coaster ride through some of the places I've known. Places Don't Exist -- Lemme take you on a roller-coaster ride through some of the places I've known. Places Don't Exist Hmm. Ami Kolkatay thaki. Puropuri Bangali. Nirbhejal.
Smile. -- Lemme take you on a roller-coaster ride through some of the places I've known. Places Don't Exist Smile. -- Lemme take you on a roller-coaster ride through some of the places I've known. Places Don't Exist |
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