http://www.emmahumphreys.org/nadia.html
she's Nadia siddiqui though.
but cool.
hmm
feminists against wife/woman-bashing
however this picture's mine.
so woman-bashing what's that about? anger-relief, being mental, owning a person , marking ur territory
I have one thing to say to you mr's and mis's (ha Mrs)
don't!
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It's tough as hell, really i know you're probably thinking there's no reason to swear but yes. Tough. Funny dining at a table with foes. Emmersed in a tether of lies and calling them up, telling them all about the secret life you never had.
Jatindar had done it all , told it all. But the cliche; truth is stranger than fiction rung all too true for him. Embarassingly true. Unforgivably true. Some call it a miracle others a paradox. But he saw it as a contradiction belingering in the hall of sense, contingent upon a prophecy that no man would believe and a heart that would boil over soon enough.Atlas never carried a weight this taut. and heavy it was and is.
Climbing through a web of merging fantasy and complete truth he realised he would never be remembered or revered for the greatness of this venture. He knew that no one would ever know. He saw what no one would ever see except in a mental projections, in an array of thoughts and dreams that people in sleeping would feel and perhaps know in suspended disbelief but in waking all would be lost. Not a single tail or wing or talon...
And the sisyphean quality of this surmountable invisible task didn't make it all the more appealing either. He played reason in his head:
interviewer: Did you do it for the money, the fame, the challenge, what drove you?
And his answer illustrated by drunken stupor would be:"I didn't get any money , nor fame so this obviously a simulation and might I add it wasn't challenging either. The most boring monotonous eye-poking task ever. Similar to bookkeeping nothing great and grand but terribly useful and someone had to do it."
Someone had to do it1 tri-bullocks and a sandwich of fries. My life's dull insipid acheivement something no one will ever know , that someonehad to do. something so ordinary , so deary, so simple , such plain hard work , that the words anomie , alienation and disenchantment were no longer fit to describe it's effect. Not sharp or cruel enough.
Anyhoo there was college too. And the folly of follies. Jatindar'S FOLLY WAS IMMENSE and at least no one knew about it. Alas it still changed everything for the worse dropped from the sky and hit him every once in a while. He had terrible instincts and he listened to their anyway because his instincts told him to... so he followed his gut throb to follow his intestinal blubbering both of which oozed utter crap as he later quite painfully discoverd.
Lascivious was the word that cremated in his head as he watched the cock croon latin to the dearest little creature in the back. Her voluptuous bodice and his eyebrows arrowing her big bright eyes , reminded him of this charector in a video game ... more sexualised than sexy , more cartoon-like than interesting and funny thing he was looking at her too. Alas the cock saw her first. Too shallow he thought and wondered if the professor would ever stop fixating on that porcelain object-of-desire and concentrate on him for a change. He wondered if he should've had breakfast. He wondered if this man would've noticed if he was late too class. He wondered if his stomach would stop gnawing at every other organ."Why can't we all just get along?"the heart said warmly and got a punch so hard that it began to burn. So much for Durkheim claiming organs take care of each other.Sui generis was it?
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