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Smoked in the water... Showing off for Nan's September fun... |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium 
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Well, I rehashed all ingredients, unsure whether Nan wanted them separate or altogether in one... All I hope is that this is funny... --------------------- Smoked in the water Tearing up the sky, lightning came striking through charred clouds. Evening sun was suddenly a distant dream lying vacantly in a dispirited corner. Clouded were dark thoughts -- Visions swimming in Never Sea.  A peacock did a rain-dance in tumultuous surroundings bobbing head up and down-- left and right non-uniformly; the metal fan head banging at an mighty unseen wall some divine intervention helping his mission impossible!  It's all in the mind they say! No. Not mine! Think what you may! It just didn't seem right, nor did it seem left to me, I'd been to many rock shows head-banged against unseen rocks choosing freedom of expression wetting myself in metallic rains! I'd tied vermilion bandannas just to hide lack of long hair - had an obtuse 'crew cut' at work ~ cruel life as a consultant in software worse still could've been in hard wear! Though work in fashion would've been interesting, since I could've had long hair and worn those fancy leather wear and micro-soft would just have been another piece of designer wear! Smoke smoked its way through as cough earned its weight straightaway "Smoke on the water" and "Fire in the loused-up sky". There was a hole somewhere Burning through the clouds. I screamed foul as loud as thunder "What's the matter, mate?" Asked the peacock, pokerfaced, "Are you having a stroke or what?" Fuming furiously as lightning itself, I blared, "Shut up and kill your cigar!  You just smoked my soft wear, and it really does kill my lunges" ~ [This message has been edited by Sudhir Iyer (edited 09-11-2000).] |
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Very cute, Sudhir... I didn't specify all together or separate so that we could all have some room to play - It looks you took advantage of every bit of it... |
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