Feels good to be back among the living
To feel joy and muted pain
And much more. Damn, I feel too alive to write a poem.
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Life, as seen from the eyes of a hopeless narcissist. A true story of one man's journey through life's little pleasures and pointless struggles; a man whose last friends died 65 million years ago; a man who believes evolution has taken a step back after Velociraptors...
This is the inspirational story of his life, his experiences, joys, sorrows, women and dinosaurs; his sometimes hilarious, sometimes tragic escapades and his one true love: himself.
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- Step 1: Fuck PekermanStep 2: Kidnap Cambiasso and ...
- Knowing that an average human's life is centred so...
- Mammal mantras
- It's fascinating to see a bunch of bipeds constant...
- QoTD
- The past...
- Krrish - Redefining Indian Cinemea
- The follies of Richard Owen's youth
- Having been born in the eighties and having listen...
- The problem with people is, ok, atleast one of the...
- Back to the living
- It's cake time again, Lots of it
- FLAMING DEATH.
- I want to be here
- Ich bin fucking depressed!
- A wish, a friend
- Energy and speciation
- So, whose turn is it now?
- A totally unnecessary and uncalled-for justificati...
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2 comments:
ithelaam passing clouds :P
~sudha
Poramai
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