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Meaningless Drivel

It’s a bizzare circus up here in this noggin . The children of this cerebral acroplis are frozen in time . They breathe in hot crimson clouds of panic , encased and cocconed in past misery tossing and turning all night ; shiny brittle shards of trauma in their chests , cutting their insides ,poking out beneath ribs ;filling up lungs at the brink of silicosis .

 The crystals of time shatter every morning like clockwork . Groggily , the children awaken and brush out the the prickly dust beneath their eyelids . On good days, washed out and fatigued the children trudge along with big bright smiles , keeping up appearances. Most days though, they collapse and curl up like centipedes . No amount of poking or prodding will awaken them . 

The cinema in this city is open all night.  Attendance is mandatory here ,after all sleep is for the sane and pure ; The dirty little cretins of this city deserve no such liberties. Tonight’s big show is : Age 5 featuring co-stars – SmallLimbs and Mr LargeHands .

 The plot revolves around a few kodak moments , SmallLimbs learns to ride a bike , SmallLimbs gets hugs and kisses from LargeHands , Smalllimbs on a large bed , LargeHands everywhere ………. and then there’s the climax (his climax ?)

There are several sequels to this story , 7 years worth of tape . Some stained with blood , others blurred and foggy due to dissociation . 

SmallLimbs wakes up every morning , wishing she didnt . 

The children wake up every morning , wishing they didnt .

I wake up every morning , wishing I didn’t.

Happy Birthday Brat

It’s official now , my baby brother is a proper teenager . See 13 is merely the initiation into teenagehood , 14 is the time where you’ve learnt all the rules and how to get away with breaking them .
Kukukuku *evil laugh* time to introduce him to the dark side .
Here is the card I made for him .

Edit : puns run in the family . This is the card he made for my birthday a week later ( yep 7 days between our birthdays)

Puppy Science

Experiment : Bathe the puppy

Materials required : One middle aged suburban mom , one minecraft obsessed tween , a bored teenager and an energetic puppy .

Hypothesis : Puppies are happy and energetic beings who like to roll around in water and mud .Hence ,puppies like baths .

Additional requirements : fuzzy green Aloe Vera puppy shampoo and an ancient bath tub which was used to bathe said tween and teen as infants .

Procedure :1) Make suburban mom guard bathroom door and capture any slippery puppies which try to escape
2) make tween pour a small amount of shampoo into your hands ( Note:  tween may also rub his eyes and proceed to shriek for 5 mins .This may prolong the experiment )
3) soak wriggling puppy in warm water
4)puppy escapes and three people scramble after said brat
5)repeat step 1,2,3,4 with a firmer grip on your puppy
6)Make tween hold puppy as it wriggles . Apply expensive aloe vera shampoo onto ungrateful puppy (seriously though ,that shampoo is more colourful and fancier than mine )
7)Puppy escapes again
8)Approach adorable puppy covered in froth, with extreme caution .
9)Rub it’s tummy as a sign of trust and kindness
10)Proceed to betray puppy’s trust and scrub puppy with more shampoo.(kid’s gonna have trust issues in the future )
11) Capture puppy and wash away the soap suds .
12) Drape puppy in towel and blow dry fur

Precaution : Puppies can be fascinated or terrified of blow dryers. It may either wriggle away from you , scratch your arms and jump of the bed or it may try to eat the blow dryer .It might do both too .Tough luck mate :/

Observations : Puppy wetness is directly proportional to intensity of puppy butt wriggles .
Dog shampoo hurts human eyes too .
Puppy smells wonderful after bath .
Puppies look adorable bundled up in baby pink towels .
Let no water enter puppy’s ears

Conclusion : Puppies hate baths . Hypothesis failed .

Iridescent Kites

Instead of slumber ,
she mends nouns and interjections,
weaving in conjunctions.


Phrases crochet’d at seams;

her similies aren’t what they seem.


Few moths bicker.

As the street lights flicker .


Dappled light on her notepad.

Ink smudges ‘tween her fingers. (one stray spot beside her chapped rose lips)
Lips pressed tight ,
Brow furrowed on her right .
She writes about iridescent Kites .


Flying high ,

(Way above little girls and fireflies )
Zipping past strips of cirri.
(Irked by a sun that will never rise)


Brushes and blotches

Of a hazy grey
Large looming masses
Of purple and clay
Gather at horizon.( near, but not too close )



for now the the little kite
flies happy cartwheels;
(A sun that will never rise )
Just like a little girl
who rubs her cold brittle feet.


Few moths bicker.

As the street lights flicker .