biology for two

6 Aug

Slowly… bending, looking up

At your whiteness, standing still, frozen

You envelope me, pick me up

Reveal me to myself

Wait. Don’t hold me back, let me go

Swing swing swing… now I’m on top

Now you are. Ow! Don’t let me go all together

I’m free… wait… what?

Ok. Come with me. Swing me up to that.

Now I can reach it… why won’t you let me go?!

Whoa… now I see. The world is all mine.

In front of me. Just for me.

Don’t, don’t! I will forget.

Great. I have forgotten.

Are you ok? Have I said something wrong?

I have something you want don’t I?

I will join you. Help you.

Take me. Now we are one. I move when you move

You move when I think.

A circle… a line. A form.

Propel me, pull me back, twist me, turn with me.

Can you walk now? I have more.

I will take you. Yes?

Don’t complicate things yet. It does not have to be so.

Aren’t you a fast learner? Ah… that’s it.

It has been too much. Who ARE you?

May I leave now? I don’t want to.

But I should.

Maybe you won’t let me. I knew you won’t.

Don’t feel so bad. Ok I will stay.

Though I am here, only for you.

Take me to your home.


2012 = SPAIN

5 Aug

Being young and artsy, I have a dream, that I will escape to Spain in 2012 under the pretext of doing an art course, maybe some music shows, and not come back for six months at least. I wonder how people just go on living in the same place, doing the same things for ever. Stability is one thing… but I’ve just gotta get away. The sitting around, trying to please people who just don’t get enough. Putting up faces in front of different people, maintaining them, trying not to do anything that upsets the perfect balance you have created yourself, JUST so that you can go on living in your queer asymmetry without anyone’s interference. Its a hectic life the way I lead it. Mentally exhaustive, and pretty darn fruitless. 2012, spain. 2014 brasil, and I might never be touched again. Well, I might fly in for a concert or two, but other wise, its the world, music and me. You think they’l allow J lo to travel with me?

dog drip

4 Aug

To have one’s love lick one. And oneself. My dog has devised a new way of hitting two things at one shot at pleasure… she licks her leg and my leg together. Half a tongue for hers and the other half… for mine. My dog’s licking habits aren’t something I have a say in… she licks just exactly what she wants… and I don’t complain as long she saves a slurp or two for my feet. So thats Susha and J lo to all of you. keep with a licking distance of us, and you know you are going to stick around for a while. While I busy myself with some market research on music- art- a- doos  who could have been tragically undiscovered if it weren’t for ‘xxx’, in the hope that I have answers for ALL MY QUESTIONS waiting, out there.

Hello world!

31 Jul

Welcome to This is your first post. Edit or delete it and start blogging!

Great… I missed this invitation, and went right on to my drooling dog. Nevertheless, feeling welcome enough, I shall immerse myself in the sights and sounds of pressed words, hoping for a glimpse of inner (bah!) truth at least here.