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Strange, Very strange...!

Life, times, experiences... glimpses of the after-world





And your bird can fly*

Tuesday, February 12, 2008


A needle, a few tools, colorful threads and the exquisite
feeling of flowing words, I set out to weave my poem (She's not there.)

An imposing image of her as the hands set in motion,
she smiles through the thin veil of perception. (She's so far away-)

Aloof, longing and frosty eyed; she dances in between the threads. tommorow brings us closer just a little bit more so.

An aching spread of intoxicated whiffs, calms her down
the unsettling music offers no door. (Just for now;)

F A R

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All across the great divides the threads lodge themselves in
bringing to the empty space, splashes of her in reminiscence.

Even the most beauteous creation, falls just a little short.
the essence isn't around, the aroma masked.

Tear away the space, rip apart the colours.
blunted needles and a longing desire (Its done now and what)

Far away the bird cruises in the skies.
revelling in flights of fancy, yet disconcertingly so;

The Poem becomes her.


Song Update : Dianne Reeves - When I Fall (Instrumental)

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The return of the Mad Fantasy Man

Thursday, January 10, 2008


MfM: (bursts into the room, in a manner that says it was pretty obvious): I need to take a vacation soon man. The neighbour bird has flown away too and seems to have taken all the stars with her.

Me: (*Yawn* wondering if MFM knows what the time is) Its not like there's no more birds and the stars, they are a plenty. You know?

MfM:(Getting agitated): My bird has flown away and the stars i counted are missing i tell you.

Me: (Giving up on any hope of going back to sleep again, but excercise a last, futile attempt): Ok, so looks like you do need a vacation, lets take off on a one week trip, yeah?!

MfM:(Shrugs and looks at me in a ridiculous manner): One week??? thats too long man, i'm not sure if i can handle more than an eighteen hour trip. (completes sentence with a grin)

Me: (suddenly see the light and realize MfM's ramble) Oh, i should've known better! No trips for me man, I'll be around if you want me to though..

MFM: (feels alienated and the discontent shows on the lines of his twitching face.)
*walks over to the recently painted wall and splashes* :

Watch me fly!


Song update - I shall be released - Bob Dylan

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Smoke figures at play

Monday, May 14, 2007







The rolling horse bursts into a balloon,
and out of the silver screen
came out a majestic lion,
a conical current of smoke,
kisses the shining light above and becomes one.

Evil tulips rise with a green grin,
tossing turtles on the sea bed.
oh! what fun, they sing and exclaim.
A tribal fire in their eyes,
a sound explosion disperses into oblivion.

Flapping windows, power
the dream journey, the orange starlet
flashes her power wand,
circling in the almost square boat,
savour a cacophonous beat.

Between such grand scenes and
the light overhead, you can sometimes hear
the soothing nightingale sing its way across the circles,
the smoke firgures open their doors and
are washed away in an emotive and flowing current.



Song Update: CLOUDS DANCING - Alice Gomez

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Blowjob for the mind*

Tuesday, February 27, 2007



*s t r e t c h*

 *a d j u s t*


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*l o o k a r o u n d*

*k c a b l l o r*

*Octopus's Garden* *salty sea*

*rain dance* *lady m a d o n n a*

 * L o V e *

*S i t a r*

* C r a w l i n g

K I N G

S n a k e*

Alexander's Horse - Salvador Dali


* m o v e s * * t a t t o o s *

*Y e l l o w*

* I S I S *


*Ba ck Fl ip*

*Mary* *Edge* *sharp*

*H a i r Pin* * V O D K A *


* P u r p l e *


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*Sss H Oo Oo T* >>>****>>




"Twinkle, Twinkle, Who are you??"

"Yes, I wonder. Three Bags Full"


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