deferred live

Today is only yesterday's tomorrow.                                                                   

Maxwell Silver Hammer





Joan was quizzical, studied metaphysical
Science in the home
Late nights all alone with a test-tube
Ohh-oh-oh-oh…
Maxwell edison majoring in medicine
Calls her on the phone
“can i take you out to the pictures
Joa-oa-oa-oan?”
But as she’s getting ready to go
A knock comes on the door…

Bang, bang, maxwell’s silver hammer
Came down upon her head
Bang, bang, maxwell’s silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead
Back in school again maxwell plays the fool again
Teacher gets annoyed
Wishing to avoid an unpleasant sce-e-e-ene
She tells max to stay when the class has gone away
So he waits behind
Writing 50 times “i must not be so-o-o-oo…”
But when she turns her back on the boy
He creeps up from behind

Bang, bang, maxwell’s silver hammer
Came down upon her head
Bang, bang, maxwell’s silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead

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April 15th, 2008 at 3:37 am

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The Free Dictionary


http://www.thefreedictionary.com/

It is now Monday and technically I am into the Bengali New Year, 1415. I got a sms from Partha today (read Sunday noon), it was asking me to answer the phone. I am going to sms back, going to tell him that I was in by sabbath. Wanted to hear sabbath being pronounced by a non-self, so went to the free dictionary. And also heard stupour.
So it’s really not a sabbath, its a stupour.

April 14th, 2008 at 3:21 am

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Hello world!


This is the story of being old and wise.

And when I’m old and wise
Bitter words will mean little to me
Autumn winds will blow right through me.
And someday in the mist of time
When they ask me if I knew you
Id smile and say you were a friend of mine.
And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes
When I’m old and wise.

This is the story told through the words of my peers. Because Let the words be theirs, I’m done with mine. This is a story about me me me and me. Since the canvas is the cloud, it can be read by anyone. And so anyone may form any opinion about the usage of peer and such words. I really do not care :-)

This is also an anthology, or an attempt at such. Without the convention of any library indexing kind of thing. Like a fluid flow of the self. If you happen to be here and if you think that this strikes a chord someplace, somewhere; it will be nice to have a coffee and cigarettes.

April 13th, 2008 at 1:19 pm

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