In Chennai, away from the warkpalce for doo weaks. Wayy too much Counterstrike. I mentally note down vantage points as I walk down a street, and stay away from open places.
Saarang. Shobana in a creative rendition of the Ramayana entitled Maya Ravana. Opeth, the Swedish death metal band rocked us into Republic Day. A good way to save costs in this tight economy would be to purchase a pig, tie to a board, stick in front of a mike, and then torture assortedly, to obtain the music generated by the aforementioned human forms.
Knock knock who is there?
Me.
You who?
DMV the Death Metal Virtuoso.
Who?
Bahhhrrgggwwwwaaarrgghhhhharrghhhhaarr
Ahh, DMV. Do come in.
Thanks.
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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.
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