Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Raging up the Reminiscences.

Its been months since I've written something other than myself. Upon close look, one can really say Alas! this guy's so boring & self obsessed and he's got nothing to write or talk or even think about, expect himself. That, being a disgusting notion of being extremely predictable. I kind of didn't like it though. So this thing suddenly flashed in my brains of taking people aback with shock, all in a second.

That's due to flash soon. It fell in days now and would be soon, in hours too. Excited, or rather, shocked faces which would soon burst into laughter (hopefully). This idea struck me, but the usual prospect of the rational part of my brains, forcibly resigned & made me sit back to work. But how about a couple of crazy things? A surprise date with my adolescent crush? The indigenous feel of metal coated race inducer? Seemed fascinating, or to sound predictable perhaps, crazy?

Those half trousered late morning, less likely termed 'breakfasts', more gazing at pale skies for those respite drops, sweat pouring long drives, more sweat pouring smoke, sloshed away alcohol episodes, goose bumpy conversations, overlooked acquaintances, abandoned brotherhoods due to opinion crisis (aah! why does this word 'abandon' fancy me so much?). And look out, I end up writing about myself again, by the way, sweet vengeances sporting hair and beards, exclaiming eternal search ends at serving bars, going green with a time table and on and on and on...

I swear each one of the aforementioned would make absolute sense to each one of the people whom I confess to know & for all those to come, clustered up again, the Real Counting beings.

Hairy Jack! Is going to be back!

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