I need to write. No really. I haven't written anything in months, except a couple of poems earlier this week. And another blog, but that's different. This blog lies in utter neglect. Simply looking at it depresses me. Dark and devilishly gloomy it is. I need to revamp it. But I'm too lazy to. I've been fermenting, like Sikkimese pickle, and my blog has fermented with me. Now we're oozing filthy bitter liquid. Yuck.
1 comments:
SO WRITE! Chhotuidjit.
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