The Week That Was...

Coffee with the pretty girl , wanting to know how could you be blessed with the luck of some one like that , grrrrrng grrrrng grrrrrng,oh!?...ah...damn its 7 am again....and that proves to be the answer to the querry.

Gobbling on the forbidden fruit, gulping down anna's patent ,putting on some basic humanly requirements, sprint to that place, ogle at one of the beautiful opposite sex who stands there every day,gives u a look of recognition,probably a smile but will not talk.

Get into the mosh pit on 4 wheels , pulling out a gandhi from the pocket,sometimes not and feeling great about it.

Penning down the master copy, letting others do the same with yours.

Thinking about why did 7 am arrive in a middle of the "aesthetics appeal of an assignment" sermon.Nodding.Some more nodding. Thanking the authority.

Sub-Mission accomplised 1700 hrs.

Sipping on anna's patent at anna's. Screw the hair woven head , semi bald head...imaginations running wild about the semi bald needs to be suspended from his arm on a cliff ,his other arm being amputated and some itching powder generously sprinkled on his balls.

Water down the throat , Satriani between the ears , cello gripper between the fingers...another few hours. Another basic human requirement between the teeth,remembering this was not done in the morning.

Welcome Fantasyland.