A few weeks ago, a truck full of metallic materials stopped close to me. I got a huge whiff of that steely metallic smell and somehow all that came to my mind was honesty, hardwork, resolve.. in just a split second....
My dad ran a small manufacturing unit which used a lot of steel and he was a very hands on man... it is astonishing how the brain connects things
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Stolen not stirred!
Have you experienced the loss of a loved one.. an end to a relationship, a death of someone really close to you? You wake up the next morning and you have that feeling where you have lost everything. You have split seconds where you think-“Oh I’ll do this with this” or “I need to say this”, or just a thought about them and then you realize, “Oh they’re not there any longer”. I’ve been having that feeling since last weekend…
Now why am I getting all morbid again??? Becaus....
....I am hearing:
-Traffic on the streets,
-F*ck wits on the bus to work talking loud enough so that the anyone inclined to read a book or newspaper cannot go about his daily routine,
-Piped music in elevators and metro stops,
-People call out to me on the streets and I can’t pretend I didn’t hear them, so I have to respond. I have to make conversation again.
No more Radiohead and Pink Floyd laced highs. The odd unknown tune will not come up from nowhere to lift me higher
Some useless mucker futhing son of a bitch stole my iPod ….all 30GB of it.. in all it’s shining non scratched black glory!!! I am shattered beyond words!!
Thief!! thou shalt rot in MP3 Hell… may the Britneys, the Aguileras and the Ricky Martins descend upon you every night. Your wet dreams for the rest of your life will have Celine Dion breast feeding you to the tune of “My heart will go on”…
Now why am I getting all morbid again??? Becaus....
....I am hearing:
-Traffic on the streets,
-F*ck wits on the bus to work talking loud enough so that the anyone inclined to read a book or newspaper cannot go about his daily routine,
-Piped music in elevators and metro stops,
-People call out to me on the streets and I can’t pretend I didn’t hear them, so I have to respond. I have to make conversation again.
No more Radiohead and Pink Floyd laced highs. The odd unknown tune will not come up from nowhere to lift me higher
Some useless mucker futhing son of a bitch stole my iPod ….all 30GB of it.. in all it’s shining non scratched black glory!!! I am shattered beyond words!!
Thief!! thou shalt rot in MP3 Hell… may the Britneys, the Aguileras and the Ricky Martins descend upon you every night. Your wet dreams for the rest of your life will have Celine Dion breast feeding you to the tune of “My heart will go on”…
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