Early morning goodbye
Logged into orkut, morning 6:11 a.m. No, my life is not that bad, seriously. Have been awake for the last hour doing things that are never credited to their true extent by humanity. Like collecting plastic bottles from around the house and putting them in a plastic bag. Tapan, yes, Tapan from Murshidabad - I met him the otherday at the chic grocery outlet. He tells me that the GE Plastics sellout deal is almost closed. Yeah, sellout, OK. I know you are smirking. I know you have that I-told-you-so look on your face. Your damn-silly face. Have you ever spent considerable time in front of the mirror asking the other person how incredibly stupid Nature has been to endow you with this stupid, silly face ? Go, get up. Get up. Its 6:15 am. Go to the mirror on the wall. And don't get me started about the writing on it. Or the blood. Or the back. Why does the wall have to bear silent witness to all things tawdry ? Tawdry is impossible. Impossible is nothing. Nothing else matters. So tawdry matters. That's why for aeons, people have been smashing other people's faces into the wall. Goodbye, wallflower.