Sunday, February 26, 2006

black awards

She and only she is the audience of my words.
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dear s,

i was wrong.

love,
j

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I hate glaring back at people who glare at me in trains.

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“…the only thing larger than his love was his hope”
—from The Last Song of Dusk

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Why is it that when people write about gay people, or even portray them in films, one of the first things they show is anal sex. Does it always have to be about the sex, whether glorified or looked down upon? Is it that hard to think beyond? To think of love, perhaps?

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Ok. I’m in. 100%. No fudging. I swear.

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Have you ever seen a pineapple fly?

Saturday, February 25, 2006

his letters

Alpha
Bravo
Charlie
Delta
Echo
Foxtrot
Golf
Hotel
India
Kilo
Lima
Mike
November
Oscar
Papa
Quebec
Romeo
Sierra
Tango
Uniform
Victor
Whiskey
X-ray
Yankee
Zulu

Friday, February 24, 2006

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Saturday, February 18, 2006

it's all over now baby blue

it's all back to normal.
we'll be o-kay.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

banana pancakes

i didn't even know i was there until i coughed.















(i sent it so i could remember)

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

grab

living in bombay is like living like a dog
finding a patch of sand on a cement road

happy v day

My funny valentine
Sweet comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you’re my favourite work of art

Is your figure less than greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?

But don’t change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine stay
Each day is valentine’s day

Is your figure less than greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?

But don’t you change one hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine stay
Each day is valentine’s day

—Frank

Monday, February 13, 2006

dillagi mein jo beet jaye

i don't feel good at all. no fucking scruples. fuck you j. you just have to start thinking. start being a little less selfish. a little more considerate. a lot more control. really, fuck you.

tuck-dell

1947 earth. 36 chowrangee lane. 8 1/2. 8 mm. a very long engagement. adaptation. amelie. apu trilogy. blue. bombay. chandni bar. children of heaven. cinema paradiso. donny darko. eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. fear and loathing in las vegas. kill bill. maria full of grace. hazaron khwaishein aisi. il postino. lock stock and two smoking barrels. memento. mr and mrs iyer. mullholland drive. pulp fiction. red. requiem for a dream. rashomon. run lola run. sex and lucia. satya. snatch. the bicycle thief. the elephant man. the motorcycle diaries. the sound of music. trainspotting. waking life. white. y tu mamá también

what else is there?

Friday, February 10, 2006

the ground beneath her feet (acoustic)

All my life, I worshipped her
Her golden voice, her beauty's beat
How she made me feel, how she made us real
And the ground beneath her feet
And the ground beneath her feet

And now I can't be sure of anything
Black is white and cold is heat
For what I worshipped stole my love away
It was the ground beneath her feet
It was the ground beneath her feet

Go lightly down your darkened way
Go lightly underground
I'll be down there in another day
I won't rest until you're found

Let me love you, let me rescue you
Let me bring you where two roads meet
Oh come back above
Where there is only love
Only love...

—U2

homesick

why is it that i love her more when i'm alone with her
in a crowd, she, she sometimes loses her magic

to be together
to not compete

those are my current dreams

Thursday, February 09, 2006

switch_foot

finally. our first job. our first client.

rolling balls
falling thunder

damn, it feels good!

Monday, February 06, 2006