Tuesday, 15 October 2013

GOA. the freak show #3

#3) burger, a propellant.
so, i am sitting at this burger place, called the fake burger king. but damn it, the burgers are tasteful and cheap. why am i typing all my day on this fucking phone? will it be any good? i do not think so, but doing this keeps me awake of the situation, so that i can say 'no' and 'yes' at the appropriate times. recently, i feel like everything is slipping out of my grip like sands. everything, even the random oppurtunity to be on the sands of goa...
                   as i am done with the burger and waiting for my another one (oh yah i am fat!), i am rethinking. the awesome burger has done some chemical changes in the specific part of my brain that deals with putting rules upon myself. will it be as catastrophic as i think, going to goa and having fun. i remember the pictures of my old school friends that have visited there in the 10th standard, and i was not allowed to. only this time, no one has the guts to stop me other than myself. than why the fuck am i? AND WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING IN THE SIDE STREET??

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