In another web we have
a swirling night with sudden rains
and a man whose hat should never be trusted.

A cliche and a penny

The blame game is the easiest and lousiest.

Im

agine.


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Where were you when I was burnt and broken?
Why!

Bliss

is somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
Nowhere cannot be a city or a village or a 'humans other than you' inhabited place, by default.

Can I throttle MG and her breed?
Some people spell disaster. They never realise it. They don't have to.
Nevermind. I'm just sore and irritated.

Let's see. Next time!

In a room full of flimsy bohemian crackheads, there is nothing much one can do. Succumb or scoot.
But isn't that the damn case with any socialising activity.

We'll have a gramophone in our house.
You will have to buy a P.B. Srinivaas record for us on one of those special days of the year.