Burying the hatchet
Love isn't love when that's what is offered, a miasma of doubt, and poison tales.
Love isn't love when that's what is offered, a miasma of doubt, and poison tales.
Conversations for the broken, narrated by the dead.
Death comes calling, no matter who you are, no matter if you're ready, whether near or far.
She was young, she was afraid and furthermore she was poor. She wanted a way out; out from her previous life. She wanted to get away from her alcoholic father and her abusive mother. And so, she ran. Ran till her feet got tired and her soul was lost, and after all her running she found an elderly lady Denise. Denise took this young girl back to her house, where she met a dozen other […]
Listen, in that silence do you hear the flutes? The lyres, and strings, do you hear their tunes?
The Comedians of our time are dying, slowly but surely. They die because of the filth that plagues our lands and generation. The plagues of seriousness, of headstrong people, of gutter rats and vermin who destroy life’s pleasures as it is. These Comedians are those who have lived life to the fullest. Lived it to the bone. Lived it to the end of their time, A time we should long to live in. This is […]
Priyanka, thank you for it all.