EXEGETE

i chose my words, i analysed them, i built a story inside my head, i shouted out other words which were analysed by someone else and then all these words caused a geyser of grunge. oh, stop fuzzing, little fridge!

Srinath

Hi Srinath,
How are you? I was just wondering if you could return my shirt and my Converse shoes. Its unfortunate that I had to write in to get it back from you. It would have been nice if you had yourself given it back to me. Also, I would like to remind you about the 3grand that you took for me. I remember you telling me that you needed it to pay your rent and you would give it back to me in a week. Its been almost 6 months now since I heard from you. And nor do you take my calls. I hope you do reply to this email.
Thanks.
K

Sunburn

I had a weird thought yesterday. Imagine doing a half hour film on the time from when a pizza order is placed and till the delivery boy reaches it to the guys place. It would be interesting to see what happens in that half hour. The little hurdles, the time-bashers. :)

New Job by Mr. Stanley Donwood

After a tortured night I awake full of determination. I review my position, and consider with circumspect gravity my inner strength. My new job demands much, and I eat my breakfast whilst wearing a serious and adult expression. I suck the hot coffee with a professionally pained mouth, and flip the pages of my broadsheet nonchalantly. I swoop back up the stairs in my towelling dressing-gown, and fling open my wardrobe in a manner which I assume to be casual and easy. My suit hangs in front of me, full of nothing. It is up to me to fill it with myself. I pull on the trousers, and carefully fold my penis behind the zip, fastening the button with what I hope is a manly grin. I tuck my shirt into the trousers, and spend some time with my understated tie. My jacket feels slightly small under my arms, but it is nothing anyone would notice. I wonder what my new workmates will be like, and fantasise briefly about the relationships I may possibly enjoy with other members of the organisation. I glance once again at my digital watch, and decide that I am ready. I pull on my coat, check that I have my keys, and walk out of the front door, slamming it firmly behind me.
I stand outside, looking blankly ahead, realising I don't have a new job at all.

Shopping

Today I woke up to find a million stars shining into an unlit horizon. Later I realised it was all for someone else. Success comes only to happiness. Feed my little ego. Until the end.

Sunday sickness

I want a sunday with no kangaroos.