He kept thinking what to write. His mind was blank. He hadn't really done anything today. Morbid stuff was off his list. So was silly humor. And recollections of random conversations. And deep philosophy. That wouldn't fit into 55 words. And who wanted to read philosophy anyway? So, he wrote this. In 55 words. Just.
Kirthi tagged me. I haven't been checked out yet. Ok. Forgiveness.
Madhura, KP could follow. Negi ? Rat?
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Mia: Don't you hate that?
Vincent: What?
Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Vincent: I don't know. That's a good question.
6 comments:
This 55 words thing is doing its blog rounds I can see. Nice.
Hmm but that is not a story for crying out loud!
Shhhh don't complain or he'll delete this post also
Ha ha...
Don't worry. This isn't going. I just didn't wan't that post up.
remember all the good times and you will feel much lighter. the time to mourn will come.
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