Thursday, August 21, 2008

K for doggie dog

There are dogs in this world. Some dogs shall be called Scooby. The carefree, chill kind. some are Muttley. Deriving incredible, climatic pleasure when the whole class laughs at you. There are Scrappies, the profane, the direct and the angry. Haven't met many Lassies though. No one saves you these days. Then there are my roomies who hate me. so he shall be called the Aristocats (I have an understanding with Disney). Then there are the Spikes. Leaders of the world. Taking the lead in leading the un-leaded to where no one's been lead by a leader who has taken the lead in leading the un-leaded...hate them. Cuz they aren't a lot smarter than your average Spike Jr. However, the kind available in largest astounding unbelievably great numbers at the dog house is Courage, the cowardly dog. every pappu here is scared shitless all the time. "ooh, assignment". "ooh, quiz". "ooh, learning". "ooh, i get full marks". "ooh, i gotta work hard". "ooh, i am paying shit loads of money, might as well get a return on it". Yea? Well, so what if some of us are wasting ourselves and get all our marks cut because we cheated off of our friend (the Aristocat, when he was sleeping). Yea? Well, I read (so what if its only Mills and Boons), I watch art and movies ("Euro Trip" is art. and I loved "Harold and kumar"), I listen to music (by god, the heights that the Pussycat Dolls reached when they went all "Dont cha wish ur girlfriend was a freak like me", just mind blowing. the inspiration, the love. I'm awestruck). yea, u biatches! aint better than me now, are ya?

Ladies, I am the Tramp (from the "Lady and the Tramp"- as i said, understanding, me and Disney). And sometimes, when the clouds are dark, when the shoulders are heavy, when Atlas gets tired, when the farmer gives up, when the intellectual migrates to Amrika, when the philosophers are stoned, when Pak Tea House gets shuts down, and when shit comes to lead the country...I, my friends, am the Tramp; from the Springsteen song:

"Tramps like us.... baby, we were born to run"

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