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The liver seems to be missing. The bladder has doubled in size. The eyes can't take in too much light. Darkness is my old friend. It really feels strange when I feel my breath. I am alive. Alive! I take a deep breath. I look at you sleeping with a severe headache, your head in [...]
Two men appeared out of a yellow coloured building. Two men took the elevator to the basement and then ran off like they were being chased by the most ghostly of ghosts. Two men were walking down the street, side by side, when one of them took a device out of his jacket's inner pocket, [...]
I never wanted to be a better writer. I just wanted to write well. Isn't that enough? To write well? To tell in simple, clear sentences what you wish to tell? But what do I wish to tell? I haven't always been very clear about it. It's just that there's always something more to tell. [...]
Nothing much on my mind. Nothing much has been on my mind. Just these thoughts that are nothing more than noise. It's night. I'm sitting in my revolving chair. I'm looking out the window, stretching my neck out, trying to look at the city as much as I can. The city is getting wet again. [...]
At a friend’s shop, sitting on this chair with my legs stretched. Been sitting here with my legs stretched since about thirty minutes. The friend is nowhere to be seen. ‘He said he’ll be back in five minutes’ says the helper. ‘Sure’ I say to him and continue with the sitting. Yesterday, started reading this [...]
Back home early from work. Oh the pleasure of coming home early from work, although there's nothing much to do at home. The pleasure of sitting naked on the couch legs crossed or stretched out, putting on loud music, opening a can of beer, watching sunset from my bedroom, writing, reading a new book. It [...]
That there's a legal age for drinking and it varies from one country to another says a lot about how well we have our laws planned. In short, a man/woman breaking law in one country might not be doing so in some other country, and is, as a result, not punished in one country and [...]
None of my lines have ever repeated, or maybe they have. How would I know. I never read my stuff again unless of course it's for the purpose of editing. Otherwise, why would I read it again. I wouldn't want to change anything about it other than, maybe, make a few minor structural and grammatical [...]
What would I tell the world if it asked me what happened today. What could I possibly tell. In fact, what could I tell the world about any of my days. It's like everything is happening at once, and also nothing at all. There's so much that when I sit down to write, I sometimes [...]
What to drink. What not to drink. What to drink right now. What to drink an hour later. What to drink right before going to sleep. Whom to drink with. What to drink with. What to leave behind. What to drink right now. What to drink right now. What to drink in sleep. What to [...]
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