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With same hopes. Renewed perhaps. Similar worries. Forgotten for now. Ushered it in...slumberville...new year...how does one welcome it? Forget the dance and drums, drinks and derangement. Lets try words. Aao twist Karen...
wordplay is not bad. There's no foul smell, it doesn't step on your toes, give you a terrible morning-after-headache.
Ah...but there comes the snack box...its entry into the glass tower brings such joy to people's faces! The white squary existence creeps up on you silently and then clutters your space for the next few hours. But whether the joy survives the entry of its contents into the mouth and disgestive system is another thing! Do I digress or what?
But then it happens. To the best of us. And the worst of us. Strange memory lapses. Staccato spells. Of thought. gone. holidaying. Mind. tasting. dreams. Time. standing. still. Boredom. getting. bored.
Until a male voice cuts through your busy typing...haan, suno...did you get the MET directors byte? Yes boss, time to cut short my tryst with online babbling. My first ever. Well it is the beginning of a new year right? I might as well begin by doing things I never thought I would. I still think I don't. I hate technology. Give me my pen and crayons any day.
plus isn't thinking disjointed thoughts and talking to oneself...living? Apparently not. These days they call it blogging. So there. I blogged.
The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
Happy new year!
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