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Recursive Hypocrisy

Sunday, 22 July 2007

Why I don't have anything to say

She tells me I should write. I ask her why. She tells me this Varma Sharma boy needs a fucking mirror. I ask her why. She tells me I should write.
Posted by Nilu at 02:12

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Only person here who needs a mirror is you. It would probably make you puke, which is all you're capable of doing. And you know it.

Whatever happened to your columns? :)

22 July 2007 at 09:20
Anonymous said...

Glad you are back.

22 July 2007 at 10:45

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