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Tower of Babel If karma is about math, then I’m screwed up. I don’t want to sum up the good deeds versus or minus the bad actions I d... -
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French coffee, or a french kiss? They both have something in common; the shock when they touch my lips. I could imagine the taste of her to...
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I can’t read philosophy. I just dumped my third philosophical book. It’s too much for my little brain to understand. The problem, a com...
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Last night was first of its kind for me in Riyadh. I had spent all my night from 8 p.m. to 2 a.m. in AlTahleea Street. Also, I had a great ...
I am waiting for something, opening websites at random.. Experiencing the torture of the passing time, handling the memory of the mix of smells, and remembering that it is all about lust now.
My brain deleted every memory, and my nose is my only evidence of your existence.. I miss the smell of fresh blood, the smell of your wet lips, the smell of desire, lust, and regret. They all have no color, just a wavy fading smell... I am blind now, what would I want to see? A world with no colors? Or a mind that cannot draw a full picture? It smells like dancing under the rain, it smells like your laugh, I even close my nose to stop the strong scent of tears that popped up. I keep forgetting that I am the devil, who can the devil blame his sins on? I am sure now, this is the question he kept praying to God to answer, and I am praying for you to answer me until you create some Adam and Eve to get rid of me like God did to the devil…. Dear lover, I won’t bow!
First English piece that I kinda like,
Saturday 26th 2009