Saturday, May 2, 2009

Mary J speaketh

We could try to make a difference.
We could try to unmystify this mystical mysticism.
But alas you would fail.Just like I did. Or would if I tried.
Just like your grasping powers would if you were Bengali and were trying to understand a French song unless ofcourse in grade 9 and 10 instead of hindi your school offered French and you chose that over our national language i.e hindi.

But I will not curse you and make you feel little for chosing a foreign over a native, im talking in terms of language ofcourse. Although if the chosing involved choclates there would still be only the lack and pure lack of condemnation. Afterall those toblerone bars really do make amul ‘so called choclate’feel like the little brother of George Clooney who ended up being a janitor at his local Highschool because he was a ‘dumbfuck’ to put it quite simply.
I specialize in random. I know it sounds like one of those made up speicalisations like biometric anthropology. Or wait a second it is possible that the previously stated specialization was indeed made up. Whatever be the case.
Ramble bamble bumble bee.
Shut up or I shall fuck thee
Happiness
Life
And so much more.
Ya hear you whore
You get the drift.
Floor 3, hurry lift.
Pfffft.
And I stop right. Here.

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