It’s funny how differently the same electrical pulses are interpreted by the brain due to a change in our surroundings, or due to the circumstances that surround us. Something that once smelled sweet, now feels like the stench of garbage, or worse. It ceases to be funny, when it is the heart that changes the way we perceive those electrical pulses.
Your sweet voice destroys my peace
Your sensual fragrance nauseates me
Your caressing touch wounds me
Your beautiful face revolts me
Everything about you makes me hate you
The very thought of you causes me to hate myself
16 comments:
Wow, I cant stop reading those lines !
Your sweet voice destroys my peace
Your sensual fragrance nauseates me
Your caressing touch wounds me
Mind Blowing.
You are just saying that... especially since I have had to remind you to check out the blog.
Though on the other hand, flattery goes a long way with me!
To the last remaining reader of CR... cheers.
And this must really explain why you are so looney.
Heh, about the looney bit, lets not even go there! And I really liked this post. Infact, I saved it onto my comp :)
you didn't have to say that... I did say flattery goes a long way!
And it wasnt that good... alongside John Dryden etc...
Nice posts n all...exactly what did u mean when u said"plain nd painfully obv..dont try to be dark.."...its eating my curiosity...
K thanks a lot for that....quite invaluable piece of advice....il try to be more natural...nd yea im jus a newbie..so stil to sharpn my thoughts....
Feelings are funny things.
When you've hated enough, it is most likely that you'll start loving it all over again. If you don't then it just means that you've not hated it enough in the first place! (ok, i just made that up!) I've never witnessed such a thing. Just felt like saying somthin'.
Sad when that happens, isnt it? In the course of my work as a lawyer, I have seen such happenings. Sad when two people "totally and irrevocably in love" come to this
Well written :)
Thanks for the comment. It is quite transparent, isn't it?
wouldn't it be ironic if she feels the same about you?
:)
@me: Oh boy! I am officially crazy. Talking to myself is right up there on the crazy list.
Jokes aside, maybe she does, maybe she doesn't I really don't know. I am still a little unclear as to what it means, though I have my theories.
yeah.
but it still helps to have one around.
:)
lol. can i link you to mine?
nope. sl's my friend.
i wouldnt comment on my own blog.. or would i?? :)
anyway, she's currently on wordpress... its chicken... check it out.
there is always a choice.
(plagiarized from the matrix)
ps- i dunno why i insisted on saying that.
sigh. i can hear the cuckoo house calling.
ah!
happens happens!
btw.. can i ask you ur name?
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