A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..

In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..

These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.

They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.

April 16, 2007

Sitting here in front of the computer typing down endless lines of my never-ending term paper is hell. I hate it. Thats why sometimes I like typing meaningless lines just to make it better.

I got a few saved.

Heroic and-tic-lime-axe. (Macbeth)

More for gits, hmm? (Samson Agonistes)

Eminem and unconscious souls of Eliot perhaps shall rule. (The Autobiographical elements in Rap term paper)

Growing up, I had nose-picking moments. (Araby - James Joyce)

Ewes might not have udders. Who is to know? (erm, King Lear)

Fandays should be made. ( Grateful Dead presentation )

Porlock and Kubla are on simultaneous planes. (No prizes for guessing)

Quite western frontiers are never true. (Strangely, this is the English Patient )

Ah well... on the other hand, Mortification is the dish of the day. In fact it has been the dish for the last three days.

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