grassonfire.blogspot.com
Grass on Fire: the pineapple pirate
https://grassonfire.blogspot.com/2011/02/pineapple-pirate.html
Monday, February 21, 2011. He sought an elf. Came out in tights. The stout fat pricks. Didn't know the tricks. Love plays on men. Cried like a man. Had to, he ought. Got out a ring. Ring for the miss. It to the kite. The rest is easy. The poet and kin. Kicked in the shin. Just beyond the coast. Wow i love that poem :D. Yaar tu kitna sahi hai yaar. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I like people and people like me, until either gets to know the other. View my complete profile. A Handful of Love. Open Le...
cachacamonopoly.blogspot.com
One In A Billion: April 2006
http://cachacamonopoly.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html
One In A Billion. April 24, 2006. Now one steps into and out of several buildings during the course of a typical day* . And it has been noted that this freezing-one-minute-boiling-the-next business confuses the One’s otherwise faultless hypothalamus, invariably resulting in the Sniffles. Yes. The One, people, is currently wheezing like Thomas the Tank Engine. Followed by a full-throated group rendition of Remo Fernandes’ O meri munni. Without any noticeable ill effects and b) one has none to speak of.
sepiamutiny.com
55Friday: “Brick is Red” edition | Sepia Mutiny
http://sepiamutiny.com/sepia/archives/002609.html
All that flavorful brownness in one savory packet. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. 55Friday: “Brick is Red” edition. December 2, 2005. In total support of our lone Guest Blogger PG’s apposite timing. With regards to World AIDS Day. Today’s edition of our weekly nanofiction. Writing is inspired by December 1. Red ribbons and acronyms. Friend of SM (and my rival. For the affections of Goran. For those of you who are just joining us, 55Friday is a weekly event ( two months strong. 50,000...
losing-my-religion.blogspot.com
madness and civilization: March 2006
http://losing-my-religion.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html
View my complete profile. Everyday is an endless stream of cigarettes an emp. My life, right now, is trying to stand on its head. Lathhir mukhe gaaner shur, dekhiye dilo jadabpur! There are days which are happy, not because anythi. There are times when I feel sorry for my parents. . I came home pretty early tonight, for once, so we . Granny Weatherwax always held that you ought to co. Ill call, i promise i will. I can never explain why I feel bad. The hurtness c. Second only to da vinci. Jimmy, the kid.
losing-my-religion.blogspot.com
madness and civilization: April 2006
http://losing-my-religion.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html
View my complete profile. Everyday is an endless stream of cigarettes an emp. My life, right now, is trying to stand on its head. Lathhir mukhe gaaner shur, dekhiye dilo jadabpur! There are days which are happy, not because anythi. There are times when I feel sorry for my parents. . I came home pretty early tonight, for once, so we . Granny Weatherwax always held that you ought to co. Ill call, i promise i will. I can never explain why I feel bad. The hurtness c. Second only to da vinci. Jimmy, the kid.
losing-my-religion.blogspot.com
madness and civilization: February 2006
http://losing-my-religion.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html
View my complete profile. Everyday is an endless stream of cigarettes an emp. My life, right now, is trying to stand on its head. Lathhir mukhe gaaner shur, dekhiye dilo jadabpur! There are days which are happy, not because anythi. There are times when I feel sorry for my parents. . I came home pretty early tonight, for once, so we . Granny Weatherwax always held that you ought to co. Ill call, i promise i will. I can never explain why I feel bad. The hurtness c. Second only to da vinci. Jimmy, the kid.
grassonfire.blogspot.com
Grass on Fire: A Queer Tree
https://grassonfire.blogspot.com/2010/05/queer-tree.html
Tuesday, May 11, 2010. I am a queer. I mean I'm straight but, you know, still pretty weird. Just ecentricities. Like I can sometimes sway opposite to the wind just to confuse the other trees around me. Or start dropping my leaves way before autumn, gives them a real bad scare. And I love it, my eccentricities, my freedom, my sense of self. But, there's another side to me. Nearby. She saw me, and liked it! I was doing something on my own and somebody liked it! I saw it clearly somewhere in my adolescence&...
grassonfire.blogspot.com
Grass on Fire: Engraved, not buried
https://grassonfire.blogspot.com/2013/10/engraved-not-buried.html
Thursday, October 03, 2013. Engraved, not buried. Suddenly reminded of you a lot. And suddenly, I catch myself thinking. It's buried too deep now. Suddenly I can't stop feeling it. But I'm not feeling it as much. It's buried too deep now. And suddenly I catch my face contorting. Suddenly I'm not such a grown up anymore. Suddenly I'm back in college. Nice to see your blog alive :). Yeah, kills me everytime. Some poems awaken the urge to know the story, rather than quench it. This is one of them. In fond m...
grassonfire.blogspot.com
Grass on Fire: Of coins and choices
https://grassonfire.blogspot.com/2011/05/of-coins-and-choices.html
Sunday, May 29, 2011. Of coins and choices. How does it turn,. Who rolled the die on your name? Were you there when it creaked and stopped? Me neither what a shame. Who blows the wind,. Who stocks and switches my dreams? Whoever held a river in his palm,. Who ever cut the little streams? Is there a source,. Do we walk to it or away? The landmarks can see you. Turning night and day. For long around here. The winners are easy to tell. But losers, don't fear. You will live as well,. You will have your girl,.
grassonfire.blogspot.com
Grass on Fire: gardenal sin
https://grassonfire.blogspot.com/2011/05/gardenal-sin.html
Saturday, May 28, 2011. And then He shouted, the apple was a curse. Your race shan't ever be pure. The fall has begun to an end much worse. Than death, for knowledge hasn't cure. Your sin is tall, your love the deepest pit. My guinea little rodents, look, that's it. Creation is for me, you are blasphemy now. Get off my lawn, go, don't fake the bow. The apple lay still, a brain whirred on. Lone and bereft but a hefty intellect. And as if a spark then hit right home,. Newton got up and took a bow and left.
