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Hijab Poem!

Woh hijabi hijdi Khelti thi Khilkhilati thi Fakfafakkar roti thi Uske ghane zulfe kabhi dikhai nahi dete Kyunki woh hijab pehnti thi Haaaaaaan Par asal main woh andar se takli thi

Really Bad French Fries Craving Inspired Poem

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I want it all the time Oh french fries You make me wild I can smell the friedness of it I can smell the accompanying dip I want it all the time Oh french fries!
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Another prose written by me and  Aditi : In her eyes, lies her beauty In her doing, lies her expertise In her sun kissed complexion lies perfection The ideal concubine; the ultimate fantasy His royal finger glides down her dimpled face as they lie under the rickety fan He plucks a cherry with his mouth from her lips Her breath feels like waves against the sandy roughness of his stubble Her foot moves in circles on his neck with each toenail Calculating and moving expertly, sans the slippers Bare; making crescents on his skin from which blood oozes Darkness falls, but the two lie unperturbed Then, he lightly treads over to intimacy, Running his hand down her creamy back whilst she nonchalantly flips through the leaves of a book The incandescence of her face; he likened to a pearl Her constancy; to a lone wooden bench And her seldom spoken soft words; to cascading musical gems As she lay beside him, her eyes reflect the crystal chandelier overhead It matters not how

Additional Quot-age

Familiarity breeds contempt. Forbidden things have a secret charm. If your world exists in just black or white, you can be sure that you got no grey matter. Well done is better than well said. Adversity introduces a man to himself. If you meant anything to her she will come back. If you meant nothing to her she might come back. If you meant everything to her, she'll never come back. Unless you fight for her, that is. He who has a why to live can bear almost any how. Life has no meaning. Rather it is an opportunity to create meaning. The thing about college is that everybody tries to look different but all they all end up looking the same. Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo. I got a discount when I went to the disco with the cunt. Where there is shouting, there is no true knowledge. Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure. Call someone a liar to see his truest side. He closed his eyes and sank into the warm dusk that separates consciousn

The Number Song

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We wrote this in class today, me and Aditi , inspired by Kimya Dawson's "Alphabutt." It's fun making picture videos!

The Dream Spa

Today, while napping, I had a strange dream about this spa where you are completely inside a suit whose material is that of a tea bag's and you are to hold someone or something (I am not sure) on your back like you would a monkey/baby/monkey baby, basically kind of resemble the Ra'zac, but a pretty version of it, and stand in a tiny earth bucket thing which has some weird coloured apparently aromatic warm fluid and make Surya Namaskar kind of poses which is basically going up and down except in the dream you weren't supposed to lie down for that little second like you do in a Surya Namaskar but actually just bend down and back up with that weight on your back so it's barely anything like a Surya Namaskar which I could have easily not mentioned to avoid any confusion but I did and I don't want to backspace now because I am loving this whole no full-stop thing it is refreshingly different from how punctuated my writing normally is so anyway moving on, you do those ben