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A.R.S.E.

 

I’m looking for advice you see,
I have a crush on Ms. Anonymous
But I’ve been throwing lots of dice to see,
If she’s better than Ms. Recognised
Yet, I need to think thrice you see,
There’s another one, Ms. Solitude
She’s also really nice to see
Though cutting in on Ms. Engaged
What should I do? You tell me

They’ve all been at war
Killing me
And the fact of it all
Is I won’t be
The hole at the end of
A.R.S.E.

*My first attempt at a poem and I’ve received some help from an awesome Panda*

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Always Past And Future, Never Present

I need to post something. Anything! It’s been eleven days, ELEVEN!!!

I was sitting, unattractively hunched in front of a giant computer screen, at my favorite Uni library. The coffee on my left was barely touched; it doesn’t take much to turn me into an unstoppable babbling machine, so I was taking it slow. 

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No, I Don’t Belong To One Place

1863_world_map-25001I’m being introduced to a stranger. Everything seems to go smoothly; we exchange obligatory smiles, I am complimented on my strong handshake, and as always the weather is mentioned first.

“How hot is it today, eh?” Read more…

My Thoughts On, Uh… Religion

It’s troublesome, to say the least.

However, before I continue I would like you to give you, Dear Reader, a warning. This post might offend you if you are a religious person. I, sincerely and with my warmest regards, would advise you to stop reading now and discover a less controversial blog in the very loving space we call the Internet.

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I’ll (Try) Make A Nest For You

Bean bags are not the best supporting material for building forts. They have basically no structural integrity and behave more like fluid trapped inside over-stretched balloons. And yet, I was too proud and stubborn to admit these simple facts. I was bent on making something special and original, and kept resisting the urge to use the familiar simplicity of pillows and blankets. Read more…

Did you know?

There is nothing more gripping than knowing death can take you away at any moment. Is the life you are holding onto so fiercely, truly yours? Read more…

Living Bridge

living bridge

He was lying down awake in his bed, gasping for air like every other morning for the past month. Staring at the ceiling, he counted down anticipating the end of the pain, but this time it never came. One quick shallow breath after the other, he pushed himself up on his elbows, and groaned annoyed at the sweat dripping into his eyes.
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Relationship Status With Sandman: Complicated

He is being really stubborn today. I have a feeling he is trying to hang bags of sand off my eyelids. Read more…

My Thoughts On Cultural Appropriation

…In the context of the recent Coldplay music video “Hymn for the Weekend” featuring Bayonce:

This video has sparked controversy in the beautiful and as always judgement-free Web sphere, with people on one side accusing it of appropriating Indian culture, while others hailing it instead as cultural appreciation.
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Lost in Creativity…?

Have you ever made a list of projects you’re just itching to start and then got lost in all the ideas? I bet you have.

And it’s not only projects, but hobbies as well… You see, I want to:

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