The only sounds in the Van Pelt-Dietrich Library Center are the ruffling of pages and shifting of positions on chairs or sofas.
And I have to fart really bad.

gobbledigook

Philly reminds me of Lahore. There are always people on the streets,there's humidity everywhere,men wolf-whistling.
Sitting in S's apartment alone right now.A big fat horn noise woke me up,I don't know why she insists on leaving the windows open when the temperature is the same outside and in.Snooped around a bit in the pantry, in her closet, other general snooping entailed. There is lots of Van Gogh art (proof why we're friends,for so long even), random photographs, pictures of philly. A tiny-ish flag of Pakistan sits on top of the microwave,along with Twinings tea bags, shot glasses and plastic flowers.There is an 'Apple' sticker on almost every appliance.I ate most of her red Starbursts,I hope she doesn't notice.And anyway,there's only healthy stuff in her pantry.99% fat free minestrone soup, special K, e.v.o.o, grilled salmon and soy milk in her fridge. I got frozen palak paneer and parathas and other such gunky stuff to last me the while I'm here. I eat little, but I eat unhealthy.
I know this place is going to become unbearable in a couple of hours, so I'm going to Google nearby things and just go and explore. Forgot my camera at Chachoo's place,so exploring won't be as fun as I would've wanted it to be,but oh well. Must admit that the futon is not so heavenly comfortable and streaming Sigur Ros's new album is giving me an orgasm as we speak.
My dreams have been very unhealthy and almost biblical in meaning lately. I don't understand what the end of the world has to do with me. Why must I witness hurricanes and tornadoes and child labor and priests misguiding people for dinosaurs to eat them.Does it..

Oh I don't know.

Me and M are repairing ourselves.And just as I said that, I feel like we're still so far off from being repaired. Can't say things aren't slightly looking up though, bless telecommunication and Mamoo and M's patience to just get things done.I'm glad him and Esther don't write anymore. There was something just so eerily similar about their word order.

British tampons can suck on my left nut.

so knives out

its in the way he says he loves
its never enough

dual/duel

I've ran out of words to say
to make you go away
to drive you to insanity
to try and make you believe
how so very hard i am to read

keep the words
they are yours to have
anything to distract to make
you leave

I do love you,its not that
just tired of using you
my love has worn you out
made you a man
made you understand

we are like cookie dough
sweet to eat and sick in the stomach
the sugar clings to the cells
and gives us little heart attacks
every dying day

stop,leave,stop,leave,stop
just stay.

"I never went to f****** university. I don’t know what a paint brush is, I never went to art school."

i did. it taught me to respect other artists.


Thom