Refined oil soaks wafers of potatoes,
beer breath and bellied of lard.
Tar sticking on the pink of lung,
an orgy of vibe,clear glass stained by ash.
Blatant symbols of power,feeding greed,
neon halos for the gods of music.
The exilir sells in varied synthetic hues,
GANDHI exchanged for a moment's load.
Feel it ripping up sheets of silence,
a green sprayed with blobs of purple
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This blog will just be filled up by words i scribble from time to time. I usually write on paper napkins,newspaper clippings, back pages of novels etc. So i thought maybe its nice to keep em in some place more permanent. There is absolutely no meaning to what i write, its just an attempt to put into words, the images i see from time to time. Like they say on the Rizla, 10 paper alert :" It is what you make of it " :)
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- Nithin Kasmikandy
- This blog will just be filled up by words i scribble from time to time. I usually write on paper napkins,newspaper clippings, back pages of novels etc. So i thought maybe its nice to keep em in some place more permanent. There is absolutely no meaning to what i write, its just an attempt to put into words, the images i see from time to time. Like they say on the Rizla, 10 paper alert :" It is what you make of it " :)
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