Warped Mind: July 2005

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Last week, I was waiting for the car with a friend of mine, when I heard these voices. There was no one around and no radio or nuttin like that. It didn’t sound a radio anyway. It kinda echoed. But was real clear too.

“Okay dude, get up now”
We really started paying attention when we heard that.
S got up.
“Now walk!”
“Wave!”
“Can’t you hear me?”
“C’mon! Wave!”

So he did.

“YES! Told ya I could do it.”
“Look up!”

So we did, and there was these two guys waving back from floor number 15, up in the building.

Freakin' telepaths!

15 Comments:

Woodooz said...: Or did they really shout from up there ?; 2:40 pm
Anonymous said...: lol; 2:48 pm
Jax said...: Ever heard of "wireless earplugs for mobile phones"?; 4:58 pm
-Poison- said...: :D; 5:07 pm
Anonymous said...: hello
i thought the internet was good enough to only deliver instant mail to your loved ones light years away, until i discovered blogs :)
i am a regular on yours. i don't want to tell you how negative your posts are, unlike the devil, or how profound they are, unlike the rest of them readers. i just enjoy reading what goes on in that warped mind :-)
two things:
1) you probably have a lot of friends but i'd like to tell you that i'm around, just in case(forgive me for sounding cliched)
2) i'm 23 and i'm a girl(woman?); 12:30 am
anantha said...: J: From up the 15th floor? Hmmm and I thought i was a loudmouth! Btw, did you just get yourself a stalker or what? Lol...

Anon: Just joking.. no offense..; 9:19 am
Manu said...: Is it too powerful a coincidence that I was reading an article on Cuthbert Calculus when I stumbled on this post?!; 11:03 am
Bloggard said...: ah; 9:59 pm
lara said...: thats just freaky!!!; 3:04 pm
Anonymous said...: u heard what i said just now?? ;;)
yea i know u heard me alrite :D; 6:36 pm
Anonymous said...: extendable ears!!; 6:39 pm
Anonymous said...: ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha !!!.
Wierdest Anon post ever.; 10:17 pm
Anonymous said...: A bunch of weirdos in here.
Which post is the devil referring to?; 12:25 pm
Anonymous said...: floor no 15

comment no 15; 3:53 pm
. : A : . said...: :-); 1:56 pm

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Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Who in the world builds a new house over a grave?

Guess it's people who never say I love you.
Covering a morbid graveyard with cheerful construction is kinda creepy.

Loamy, slimy dirt refuses to suck up all the pain.
The ‘you’ve-done-me-wrongs’ remain frozen in the fences.

Insurance investigators know the color of money.
The cops don’t bother anymore.

The gruesome deliberate accidents.
The grotesque murder scenes.
Murderous suicides.

No pointing meddling with the memory of a mind that’s seen it all.
Leave the black sky to converse with the embellished crypts of unloved souls, the ivory moonlight being the silent spectator.

Put it back on the slope.

8 Comments:

Anonymous said...: u are getting more n more abstruse or is it cuz i m beginning to understand u better now?; 1:08 am
Anonymous said...: Naahh.. not dark enough.. the pencil point was great though..; 2:11 am
Anonymous said...: Gory stories scare me. The lesser the better.; 12:35 pm
phatichar said...: 't shud've been 'cryptic mind' :); 1:25 pm
Anonymous said...: Dear Ms Jayashri Jayaraman,

You need to have a break. Your consistent blogging about something perenially depressing , or intermittantly boring or randomly freaky is making blog readers across the world go into deep state of numbness.

Yours Sincerely
The devil; 10:33 am
J said...: Dear Mr. Devil,

Did I ever point a gun at your head asking you to read and comment on my blog?

Doesn't that prove a point? (Not that I'm trying to make one :-p)

And I'm doing just fine (thanks for all your concern), so me will write all that I want to without a kitkat :D

Yours sincerely,
J; 6:13 pm
anantha said...: Hmmm.. I just realised that in all the posts that are on your page, the only word / phrase that I could actually grasp the meaning for was a three letter acronym! Oh wait, there was that spidergal post. So will be back anyways to see more of that ;); 9:22 am
. : A : . said...: ... and Hitler's bunker is now a car parking lot!; 1:57 pm

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Monday, July 25, 2005

I sharpen the pencil, and ideas come along.
I watch where I step, and I see the faces drifting by, humming or sighing.
I feel something soft and slippery, but I hold on to it.
I hear the buzzing right behind my ear, turn fast enough to see it what’s behind the buzz.
I look down and find my shoe stuck in the mud.
I walk along. Lifting my foot.
Walking out of the past, leaning towards tomorrow.

It's simple. Everything's only going to stay for a while. I know there’s an end.

Every time I sharpen my pencil, I tell myself that I am making a point.

The pencil’s pointed, sharp.

8 Comments:

Anonymous said...: i've got a pencil sharpner and some pencils too, just in case u run out of them anytime.. :D; 3:58 pm
phatichar said...: point taken :); 4:52 pm
Woodooz said...: So did ideas finally come along ?; 6:17 pm
Anonymous said...: Wow!!!!; 7:32 pm
nothing said...: Hey,
Thanks for dropping by. Have responded. Of course you are. See you there.; 9:26 pm
Anonymous said...: That was 'pointedly' written. Me too copywriter, but now in marcomm in IT. Will drop by more often here:); 1:41 pm
Anonymous said...: What do you do when you run out of pencils?; 5:30 pm
. : A : . said...: Interesting 'point'.

;-); 5:40 pm

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Thursday, July 21, 2005

TiMeOuT!

A scratched his head and sighed.
V paced up and down, one step on each uncarpetted tile.
P tapped his pencil against the table, trying to make music.
T snatched the pencil and pegged it in her mop of hair.
H checked the empty drawers for some cash.
N made paper rockets.
R chewed on a candy bar and stared at the screen.
G stared too, visibly hungry.
R made funny noises.
K disassembled his pen.
S was sound asleep.
J twirled in her chair, round and round.

All of them had just one thing to say... WTF
All of them had exhausted all courses of action.
All of them were left with only one choice – to keep waiting.

Somewhere in another planet, Xoobli from the planet X tried to decipher the radio transmissions emanating from an object he found floating in space.

12 Comments:

Anonymous said...: awwwwww.. u need to leave the place.
start looking for a new job!; 12:14 pm
Anonymous said...: I love the way you write...in a way it reminds me of Douglas Adams...the same witty look at the small details of a mundane world...thanks for dropping by
and letting me discover your wonderful blog....; 2:15 pm
Anonymous said...: Did Xoobli meet Boobli? ;); 2:57 pm
Y.ash said...: even i've got something u'll like.
http://y-ash.blogspot.com; 6:12 pm
Golden Words said...: Dont say i dont read your blog...women, all they do is complain!!; 11:21 pm
Dhimant Parekh said...: Xoobli from planet X deciphered the transmissions emanating from the object floating in space. The object was a part of an earth-made satellite.
And the information that it transmitted, roughly translated into the following:
"Radio City 91FM, coffee, bus, traffic, movie, cubicle, pencil, fan, ac, dc, nirvana, oasis, yoga, exercise, ruffles...."
Midway through the list, Xoobli vanished into thin air since its life duration was only a couple of minutes. No one ever got to hear the complete list.; 12:30 am
Rob said...: So what does Avpthnrgrksj mean? Are you hiding some secret message in another alien language? I'm keeping my eye on you!!; 4:24 am
Woodooz said...: This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.; 11:42 pm
Woodooz said...: P has no clue what this is about
S is wondering what to comment
O is just about to fall asleep
M is hungry and had not had dinner
U is (or should it be "are") just bored to death

What are you waiting for... Keep moving !!! Time and tide waits for no woman; 11:43 pm
J said...: Anon, yeah. I hope someone's listening!

Anil, gee thanks. *blushes* do drop in more often... read... gimme more such compliments :D

Anon, that's a SAD joke... if that was supposed to be one.

Yash, :)

GW, STOP! go n admire ur cute new mp3 player :-p

Dhimant, ask Xoobli to go on plzzzzzzz. I'm falling ;)

Rob, hehe... as long as u aint teling my mommy wot i did last summer... its OK! :D

Somu, lol... that's cute! But i'm not THAT bored actually :D; 11:52 am
Woodooz said...: Nooooo i didnt mean it that way... The "PSOM & U" were actually referring to me !!!! The last line was just to ensure ppl don't think am making a grammatical error ;o); 2:31 pm
J said...: i know!!! i got it! I'm not a blond! :D; 4:55 pm

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Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Consciousness can and does extend into other planes of existence, although the extent of the penetration varies quite drastically from species to species.

Humans, for instance, make themselves terribly busy with the physical environment, completely receded from all other realms.

Dogs too behave more or less the same way.

But cats are quite the opposite.

They can be prized philosophers and acclaimed poets, besides being cute and cuddly. But our universe only serves to maintain their furry little shells.

I think I’d go and read some of their haikus right now.

*Purr*

8 Comments:

phatichar said...: Dogs consider us the masters, but cats think they're our masters.; 1:40 pm
Anonymous said...: Its long time someone recognised our talents.

Lets all hav a cake. I m hungry.

Garfield; 1:50 pm
Anonymous said...: Meow!; 2:02 pm
gulnaz said...: i think you had a zen moment there with the cats and the universe :); 6:28 pm
Manu said...: Haiku culture directly suggests that all cats are from Cthulu!
is ur yahoo id alright?; 11:53 pm
Thetis said...: ah! so that is the truth about cats and dogs..

oh, hello btw.; 12:23 pm
Jax said...: J, read these cat haikus
Neat stuff!; 12:59 pm
sanity_sucks said...: i say bow bow!!! somehow dont like the meow meows...
abt the paper ball thingie... if i figured that paper ball was soft then... i may not have thrown it at them in the first place ... :); 9:57 pm

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Friday, July 15, 2005

Suddenly everything seems so vivid.

The clarity of every sound, every breath, each heartbeat.
Time moving faster.
On the edge on panic, ready to punce… or to flee?
Enhanced sense of touch.
Everything feels strange though... like...
Satin brushing against the skin feels like a mesh
Tastebuds feel like sandpaper with a sprinkling of sugar
The tongue feels swollen but oddly flexible

The clock ticking faster, but the hands are moving backwards... or is it? Maybe. Maybe not.

Why is it happening?
What purpose does it serve?
Is it waking sleep?
Is it a dormant instinct?

???

Soon it passes. Slowly fades. But the questions remain.

10 Comments:

Anonymous said...: Intruiging; 6:28 pm
Anonymous said...: everythin does seem vivid.
isnt it similar to watching out of the window of a fast train?
sleep walking thru it all..fading slowly.
dont look for answers though; 6:40 pm
j said...: I can explain--what you describe at the beginning is eerily similar to what happened to a young Peter Parker when he too had an experience, albeit perhaps a less sexy one, with a spider. (See Spiderman I)

Soon you will find you can leap great heights and shoot webs from your wrists. I pity those male you pissed you off recently. They will soon learn the non-internet definition of "webmale"

hehe...; 8:23 pm
Anonymous said...: I can dedicate a song to each of Ur posts.. like this one..

"And the memory remains..."; 9:25 pm
Sridhar Raman said...: Ahem...there is just one plausible reason for all this, and my answer would sound a tad...repetitive from my side - anyway, these are the classical symptoms present in someone turning into a vampire.
:)

Don't tell me I didn't warn you!; 9:30 pm
anantha said...: hmmmm... I could go into juvenile humor mode and tell you the standard answer that my friends used to repeat for every symptom while at undergrad, but hey I am older now! I think you just need some vitamins...; 10:08 pm
Manu said...: "eh lovely!" is all!; 12:34 am
Bloggard said...: Can't be excitement...for everything around you is forgotten when you are excited.

Might be pleasure...could be ecstasy...in this case it must be anticipation perhaps mixed fear.

One listens with all one's senses only when one is silent.; 8:47 am
Jax said...: You have been smoking weed? :D; 10:11 am
J said...: Déjà vu – :)

Anon – How do u know I sleepwalk???

J – I’m jus waiting for that to happen :D

MwnN – Oooooooooooooooooooooh!

Sridhar Raman – how can a vampire turn into a vampire? :-p

aNTi – find me a cute doc to subscribe vitamins :)

Manu – :)))

Bloggard – Silence? :-O

Jax – No I’ve been getting high on milk… my cow has grass.; 2:52 pm

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Wednesday, July 13, 2005

I've been extreeeeeeeeeeeeeemly busy today.

If you've got about 34,167 hours to kill, it might be worth your while to check out a site.
(It's not a very public website... so temme if you really are interested, and I shall let you indulge!)

Think!
Hundreds of rape cases
Thousands of uniforms
One creepy mannequin

Hmm... somewhere in this freaky world there's this man living in a basement with a whole lot of free time and bandwidth.

P.S.: But I HAVE been really busy working my ass off.

7 Comments:

Manu said...: The Brand New Ben Rogers-Umesh Reddy Techno Nation Of Crime, ladies and gents!

*i've bn workin hard too*; 7:00 pm
J said...: WTF is THAT??? :D
Sounds gr8888 though.; 7:04 pm
Anonymous said...: :-O; 8:11 pm
. : A : . said...: "somewhere in this freaky world there's this man living in a basement with a whole lot of free time and bandwidth."

There sure is.; 8:36 pm
Anonymous said...: u think one would be interested in that!! No way!
its ur work and u HAVE to do it!; 1:36 pm
Anonymous said...: All right! Tell me the link! ;); 2:01 pm
phatichar said...: Get back to work :); 6:24 pm

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Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Today officially marks the beginning of Men Verbally Assaulting Innocent Girls Who Are Just On Their Way To Work Minding Their Own Business Season.

Yes, thanks for noticing.

9 Comments:

Woodooz said...: And why should today mark the beginning of all this ? Is it some International Eve teasers day ?; 3:11 pm
J said...: Oh phuleez dont ask me that now! cuz...; 3:49 pm
Anonymous said...: something in the way..huh?; 4:56 pm
J said...: well... for now, lemme just say "yes, something on the way" and get away with it.

u dont wanna know wot happened to the poor men do u? :-p; 6:09 pm
Anonymous said...: mayb u..mayb me..
and then she'll say..oh i gave u subtle hints!; 6:34 pm
Anonymous said...: AARRGH!
These women i tell ya
None like J though ;); 6:53 pm
anantha said...: Gawd... SOME men!; 7:53 pm
Rob said...: Some of us aren't like that!!; 2:23 am
. : A : . said...: Hope you're fine.

What happened to the 'poor' men?; 8:35 pm

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Monday, July 11, 2005

She keeps it pumping straight to my heart
My heart is broke, but I have some glue
Help me inhale and mend it with you
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
Give me a Leonard Cohen afterworld so I can sigh eternally
Take your time, hurry up, the choice is yours, don't be late
I'll keep fighting jealousy until it's f*&^ing gone
We'll float around and hang out on clouds
Then we'll come down and have a hangover
I'm so happy 'cause today I've found my friends in my head
Things have never been so swell, I have never felt so well
I will move away from here, you won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this, I always knew it would come to this
With the lights are out, it's less dangerous
All in all is all we all are
I'm a negative creep and I'm stoned

Oh well, whatever...nevermind

11 Comments:

Anonymous said...: a la KC?; 11:45 am
Woodooz said...: End of it all... Whatever, never mind is the best way to handle these situations right ?

Not been here for quite sometime... Howz u been doin ?; 12:46 pm
Jax said...: Daddy's little girl aint a girl no more!
Daddy's little girl aint a girl no more! :D; 2:28 pm
Anonymous said...: Ho hummmm
Write me a mail...; 3:17 pm
Anonymous said...: People singin excess Nirvana are a social cause for concern. You Ok Ms Jayaraman ....; 4:34 pm
Anonymous said...: Yeah, is everything OK???; 5:56 pm
Dhimant Parekh said...: Devil - "People singin excess Nirvana are a social cause for concern. "

On the contrary, I believe that people who sing excess Nirvana are stronger in character.
Its akin to people who read The Catcher In the Rye many number of times are a lot more evolved than people who haven't read that book :-)

Caulfield and Cobain truly rocked.; 9:55 pm
Anonymous said...: He’s the one
who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he dont know what it means
dont know it means
And I say
He’s the one
who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he dont know what it means
Dont know what it means
Dont know what it means
Dont know what it means

when I say yeah

KC; 11:27 pm
n.g. said...: hey
wait
i got a new complaint; 11:00 am
-Poison- said...: stoned ?; 1:38 pm
Anonymous said...: this is actually making me quite SICK; 6:28 pm

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Tuesday, July 05, 2005

It is easy to be manipulative when you have such an easy target.

Smooth tongue, soft words, low tone of voice.

Look at him with your head half-cocked, say the things he wants to hear.

Is he lonely?
Tell him he’ll never be alone again.

Is he sad?
Tell him his happiness lies in your hands.

Is he broken?
Promise that it will all be fixed in the morning.

Smile slowly, look into his eyes.
It doesn’t matter if he means two cents to you.

He’s good practice, isn’t he?
It’s not my fault if he takes it all to heart.
*evil grin*

15 Comments:

phatichar said...: attagirl!; 6:05 pm
Anonymous said...: Is it the spiderman you're talking about?; 6:23 pm
anantha said...: ooooo.. this one merits a nomination! Mebbe I'll draft a two line description on this, dwelling on the need to educate all those unknowing guys who fall for things like this ;); 9:08 pm
Rob said...: That's just EVIL!!!!; 3:57 am
capriciously_me said...: lol....:)); 4:34 am
chaos said...: poor HIM!

god save men from her manipulations ;)

>chaOs<; 10:57 am
@$#!$# said...: Need to be careful now on.....

Thanx for the advance warning, J :-); 12:28 pm
Anonymous said...: mayb u r a good practice for him too :-P
but then its not his fault either, if u dont take it all to the heart.

poor him and poor u :-p; 2:18 pm
Jax said...: Thats a brutally honest post J! Like always! Really evil. Its like a set of standard right moves in a card game that manipulative minds keep playing!

Who were you playin?;); 4:01 pm
-Poison- said...: i can't help but sympathise with the spider. You devil, you...!!!; 6:01 pm
Manu said...: after 'evil grin', I just went "beeech"!; 8:52 pm
n.g. said...: well this is just between us but between us lets get hiiiiiiiiigh

train; 12:17 am
Srikar said...: First time here. Nice blog. You seem to be someone who's interested in photography. Check out my photoblog - snapshots2097.blogspot.com

Will surely be back here.; 8:08 pm
. : A : . said...: This one is 'the other side'.

:-); 8:05 pm
Ravi Handa said...: u r an incarnation of the devil... :) poor guy; 12:44 am

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Monday, July 04, 2005

Ok, more on the spider again!

(Well, that’s not because I’m obsessed with them or anything like that, the spider episode is back on public demand! Thanks all you people for letting your imagination run wild!)

Upon relaying the scary and traumatizing spider experience to people I know, I was informed by one such smart ass that spiders just LOVE squeaky clean rooms.
Now ain’t that bullshit?
But me being the freak that I am, I couldn’t probably mess it all up! I decided to keep an eye out for the spider (who was missing all weekend). I sprayed the entire place with bug spray. I slept in my mom’s room, I had nightmares of eloping with mutant spiders who planned butter-sweet revenge. And this Monday morning, when I see him again. (Oh, it HAS to be a ‘he’ doesn’t it?) sitting happily on the wall, I ask him...

Temme something, am I paranoid or am I in love?

9 Comments:

@$#!$# said...: and what was "his" response????; 8:32 pm
j said...: You're in love--after all, you said "buttersweet revenge.

It sounds... interesting.

other J.; 4:39 am
Rob said...: mmm butter; 7:33 am
J said...: Ooooooops... typo! I meant bittersweet :D; 10:59 am
phatichar said...: maybe he's actually good ol' petey! :); 11:46 am
-Poison- said...: u seem to be arachnophilic :); 2:40 pm
Anonymous said...: U love a spider? err.. Think U can handle it? I mean, he spider and with 8 legs and no.. err.. that one... but 8 legs.. Good luck!; 3:35 pm
Anonymous said...: Are you in love with the spider? In love with the spideman? Or is it some other kinda love?; 6:18 pm
Anonymous said...: It sure is a HE; 10:24 am

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Thursday, July 28, 2005

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Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Who in the world builds a new house over a grave?

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Monday, July 25, 2005

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Thursday, July 21, 2005

TiMeOuT!

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Tuesday, July 19, 2005

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Friday, July 15, 2005

Suddenly everything seems so vivid.

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Wednesday, July 13, 2005

I've been extreeeeeeeeeeeeeemly busy today.

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Tuesday, July 12, 2005

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Monday, July 11, 2005

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Tuesday, July 05, 2005

It is easy to be manipulative when you have such an easy target.

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Monday, July 04, 2005

Ok, more on the spider again!

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You wouldn't wanna read this crap would you?

My archives bite the dust.

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Thursday, July 28, 2005

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Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Who in the world builds a new house over a grave?

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Monday, July 25, 2005

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Thursday, July 21, 2005

TiMeOuT!

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Tuesday, July 19, 2005

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Friday, July 15, 2005

Suddenly everything seems so vivid.

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Wednesday, July 13, 2005

I've been extreeeeeeeeeeeeeemly busy today.

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Tuesday, July 12, 2005

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Monday, July 11, 2005

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Tuesday, July 05, 2005

It is easy to be manipulative when you have such an easy target.

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Monday, July 04, 2005

Ok, more on the spider again!

9 Comments:

err... You wouldn't wanna read this crap would you?

My archives bite the dust.

err...

You wouldn't wanna read this crap would you?