Someday
after an amazingly bad day
You wouldn't be walking home
There would be night
There would be a bar
There would be smoke
There would be strangers
With glances,drinks and sneers.
There would be your apartment
bills to be paid tugging at your door
lying across the floor
back on the streets
to your left
There would be a takeaway counter
An ATM to your right
A STD booth further down the lane
if your mobile batteries are dead tonight
A theater across the street
A restaurant that serves scrumptious meat...
Yeah whatever,
You aren't going home tonight.
Musings.Randomness.Satire.Attempts at nothingness.Nothingness in detail.A cup of coffee. A conversation.An obscure truth. A story about peripheral beings.Weirdness. Black nail paint and a girly truth.Giggles. Mindless creativity.Forgiveness.A mess.A life.Love.
Caution : What you could come across in the process.
Insignificant references to my life, an abstract and distracted thought sequel, monotony, inconsistency, vague vague perception, whorish intellectualism, feminist bullshit, armchair activism, causes I try to relate to, sharp sarcasm, even sharper criticism, frivolous details.
Nonetheless Happy Reading.
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