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U know wat??? Today I like took da “Do U Hav Boobs (Girlzzz only)” quiz on Facebook! And da result was freaky kewl!!! It sed that I DIDN’T have boobs!!! How kewl is dat?? Dont get it? This result proved widout ny doubt dat I AM a guy!!! Gawd! Facebook is soo kewl!! I totally […]

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People in India have a knack of complaining about how every little piece of news is dubbed BREAKING NEWS by the Indian news channels. But, when stuff like this happens, I think news channels are right in dubbing it BREAKING NEWS. Stuff like this really is Breaking News! After all, you don’t have June 31st […]

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Predictable stuff. Not many people know the meaning of Love.I didn’t too.-That was before I met you.You taught me the meaning of Life.You taught me the meaning of everything.You taught me the differenceBetween Love and Lust,You are divine!!You have beauty.You have everythingI could ever want.You petite little thing,I love you!!I love you,My little dictionary… Title […]

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A nonsensical poem Boris and I composed in the middle of the Computer period. He contributed one line, then I contributed one line and so on till we came up with this poem. Try and figure out who wrote which part…Hoobla dooblaHoobla doo…Go to the stoveAnd stir your brew.Hoobla dooblaHoobla doo…Stir, stir, stirAnd burn it […]

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Not as good as I’d hoped it’d be. Maybe,It was just my eyes.Or maybe,It WAS you.Maybe,It’s that thing you do.Everytime IYou see,Something stirsInside me.Maybe,It’s that thing you do.I rememberThat first time-When we met.I looked at you,Forgot about the rest.Maybe,You didThat thing you do.How can I explain it?Why do I haveEyes only for you?Maybe,It’s that thing […]

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Some old crap… I stare,I look,I glare,I weep,I sweat,Get bundled in a heap.A monster is in front.A monster,Ha! You must be joking,It’s Tumpleturn Spike!!!The day is dusky,The lightning-Naughty.I shiver,I shriekSome comfort,I desperately seek.I enter,I see,I turn,I flee.What did I see?Read Tumpleturn Spike IIWritten by me… Never really got down to write Tumpleturn Spike II (and […]

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Sequel to Electri-City. And, a much worse piece of writing than it… Long ago,I was here.And now,Again.Another accident,I had had.And now,I’m back toThis city of the mad.As everThe electrons and protonsAre mean.The neutrons,They can’t be seen.Some thing’s up.Solar Loon,-He’s up to something.This land is fading away,I am almost there.I open my eyes,And in disbeliefI stare.I […]

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Crappie writing at its best… I write this,From a place rather strange.An unknown and remote placeBeyond the Himalayan range.Electrons hereProtons there.Neutrons hidingDeep in their secret lair.Walking is a misery,Running,A pain.For,More than being electrocuted,I prefer being slain.The roads are electricAnd the mayor,Rather eccentric.He claims to haveBeen to the sunAND the moon.He class himselfSolar Loon.Of this strange […]

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A strange word,I just made, Bucocopugaz.What does it mean,Bucocopugaz?Bucocopugaz,It means simply,Puked out cocoaBy a gazelle dimply.Strange,Is it not?Well,Stranger words I have got…Till thenBe content withBucocopugazAnd,The strange meaningIt has.

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A nonsensical poem I wrote while studying HistoryFlutter,Twitter,My little magic nail clipper.Yo and behold,Now it’s made of gold.Hold it and blink your eye,Surprise, surprise,You’re up in the sky.Till…“Little Johnny Brown,”Says my mother with a frown,“Are you at it again?”“Mother sit down and I will explain.”So for one hour,On I goOn how it was forgedLong ago.By […]

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Not a soul stirs, Not a fly moves. Over everyone, Gloom looms. The teacher, A wicked cowboy Complete with the spurs. Copy after copy, Cross after cross. And, Occassionaly deciding someone’s fate With her infamous toss. Satan is nothing, Our teacher the devil. At her hitting capacity, One can only marvel. Now, She is over […]