I

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The westward turn took right
And I was in south
Is it dawn? Or am I asleep?

The clown shook his head,
And I laughed at the mirror,
Who is the clown?
Who am I?

The oceans took the roadways
And I was driving.
I changed my way,
And the water followed me.

Hallucinations wrote this poem,
And I gave the words.
Compelled to darkness,
Found my way.

The spree of craziness hazed all around
What I found? Is…
This madness is intelligent, So
Started selling passion.

I was bought up in innovation,
Known faces fucked me,
When repelled, Found them
Virgin. Left them.

The heavyweight boss, Found me
Under his desk. Ordered me,
“Give me a blowjob”. Gave him,

But he couldn’t fuck after that.

By:
Sagar Neel De
March 11, 2005
0100 hours

Last of "evolution of sentimental crap"

PAIN

Pain……speaks harder,

Pain……….defines me,

Pain……....defines you,

Pain……….defines us.

Hello readers, frankly speaking I'm too tired of writing about relationships, or something like "just you and me" .....Or what Parikshit would say "evolution of sentimental crap". But the feeling came before his comment.
So presently writing, what I call a "statistical phenomena" . Its about SEX and Statistics. Both this buzz words originated from this head, so I've been fucking it for the last 10 days. So lemme have some fun till I turn 21 on 20th of this month. After that ..... it's yours.
Till then, Goodbye