A wall...and an unopened Closet

FLOCCI­NAUCINI­H(that's zaid):
lol
a sudden lol...sent to a stranger's scrapbook...
or the beginning of a mating game...


Shiladitya:
u can take a picture of something u see,..

an impersonal comment...zaid adavnces, shilo retreats
classic venetian strategy


Shiladitya:
u can take a picture of something u see,..

zaid's silence provoks shilo..shilo advances
the picture as a metaphor of the self..
come paint me..:p


FLOCCI­NAUCINI­H:
can i???are u a u2 fan????

a little drunken,,where did u2 come from?..


Shiladitya:
a bigtime one! lol

big?..where did that come from?..now you have my full attention..;-D


FLOCCI­NAUCINI­H:
my love is also a crazy fan of u2... i enjoy some of their songs!!!!

predictable enters love..and boys...
o..and did i forget songs?
saki indianized..lol

Shiladitya:
if u cud hav taken the picture there wudnt hav been any make-believe game to satisfy the troubled frenzy..lol

pictures? frenzy? my my..even my ears are blushing..:-I

FLOCCI­NAUCINI­H:
the troubled frenzy is insatiable... vistas can never be completely beheld by our tiny eyes ....

ooo..ooo..the crecendo is rising...ooo
play on...aah

btw..if vistas cant be seen, can they atleast be...umm...pokered?...:)

Shiladitya:
dedicate 'All I want is you' to her....a very fulfilling U2 number...eyes in a moon of blindness...

'HER'!!!!!!!!!!...wowowow...is shilo nuts?
(or being just a tease?..i wonder

FLOCCI­NAUCINI­H:
thats among my favorites too.....v soulful.....dedicate to her????? who her???? i guess u dont carefully read our blogs

sharp retort..go zidddddddddduuuuuu

Shiladitya:
some ones' microscopic visions seldom realizing the true frenzy, tried to look into the screen behind the mirror...brought in some words...they couldnt supress the wrath of the poised night..

shilo ducks under his usual obscurity..:-(..coward...lol

Shiladitya:
may be him !lol

only to swiftly recoup..bloody politically erect..:-D

then...


FLOCCI­NAUCINI­H:
the multiplicity of truth...the shallowness of the mirror....the ineffablity of words...the lonliness of the night....poison maybe....elixir could be....microspocic visions only aggrandize minute non-existance.......ya maybe him.......u wanted to rape scio sometime i had read.....i couldnt picture that lol

MDDLF!!! AM I 'HIM"???/
:-$

not that mind being the stuff others dreams are made off..:-)
i am such an obliging angel..O:-)


Shiladitya:
scio is too lovable to be raped by this nazi!lol

:-D...men in uniform..
[or out of it...lol


FLOCCI­NAUCINI­H:
if u knw scio well enough then ud knw that rape to him mite be the purest ...most passionate expression of love......trust me on this.... all her wants is some one to push him against the wall

Shiladitya:
yeah...the oldest passion of scio is to be driven ...like wriggling against a wonderwall , with wolves howling to devour the sciovian impurity ! lol



FLOCCI­NAUCINI­H:
impurity????..... he is virginal....much to his sad desperation...someday he'll be deflowered

...
...
too stunned to react...
what is it bout men intruding into a flower's fantasy...
o mia rosa...

what is it about a wall that i find so damn appealing? a wall to protect myself. and a wall to be broken.
hope there's no young freud (or lacan..lol) around

will a flower be as charming deflowered?..lol..i wonder..and the bird that will pollinate it?..wont it fly away?
or will it bleed..with the flower..
as the thorn pierces the nightingale's heart...
drawing blood, closing wounds.

work out your imageries...lol

meanwhile..be ready to be pressed against a wall
snarllll