I sat among the unwashed piles of dishes with the cat and finished the remnants of my dinner and felt very free.
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I sat among the unwashed piles of dishes with the cat and finished the remnants of my dinner and felt very free.
I want to be utterly stray like the cat, who has (I’m sure) forgotten where he came from, doesn’t care where he goes, has no friend, sleeps on cornices and whose only concerns in the world are fishheads and sex. (But not babies, mind. Babies are a drag.)
“….shukher otyonto kachhey boshey achhey oshustho beral…”
….Now I look at them and see
Duplicates of me
Cured of what we suffered from
And sufferin’ from the cure….
Haha! Everything has a Western film analogy, hmm?
There was a time when you stopped blogging. It was the worst of times for my web browser.
Hush you flatterer. :D
yes….
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we’ll do the rest!