My feelings for you, is like a smouldering cigarette butt on the ground that the heel of my shoe is hovering over but I can’t quite put down and crush. Or maybe I’m supposed to leave it alone and let it burn out on its own? And just keep on walking.
Past Posts
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- On the Transience of Experience
- On the Existential Duality of Being
- Say Goodnight and…
- Learning Curves and Resolutions
- What’s Wrong with a Little Common?
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- Honesty is a Bitch with a Capital B
- Friends, Anyone?
- 2012 So Far. And It’s Only February
- The Joke
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- Momma’s Boy (Happy B’day Mommy)
- At Heaven’s Gate
- Moody on a Monday
- Channeling Shiva
- On Physical Chemistry
- Contraindications
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- On the Straight and Narrow
- Tscha!
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- Is it just me or is time moving much more slowly after that long weekend? 6 days ago
- I thought Indonesia was 1. a democratic country; 2. not a "Religious Republic"; 3. fighting terrorists, not obeying them. This is too dumb. 6 days ago
One Comment
Not sure but this is either hilariously funny or bitterly cruel. I like it nonethless.