she’s funny. good. baad and worse at times. she talks to me once in a while. while her busy days end. and sleepless nights start. or maybe its a sunday morning and she needs a reason to stay away from the fire. while someone special cooks. i enjoy poking her brain. with a stick. i formed with minced words. and then she opens up. all of her lies. all of her flies. from the can of dead worms. and the tennis racket that she recently bought. i love the way she is. the world is her dinner and the people her match sticks. she lit that fire and wiped the floor. clean. naughty. with a sinner repo. this one’s for u. love u to d core.
sittin on a peigon n flyin to your temple soon. till then, keep washing, and wearin out those underwear.
hmmmm. now that ive written a good amount of good shit here, i'm gonna get rid of the anonymity of this blog. so all you curious freaks, it's me here - Ganesh Rao - Nesh for short.
