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| a.r.khani - copyright 2005 |
| why is it that words are the only things
that can express expression? when all i feel i could do is leap into the lagoon that is said to be lost. a squirrel takes for granted the tree it climbs on. the leaf, the grass upon which it falls. and i my friend, cannot be that fish in the lagoon, nor the squirrel to climb that tree, or the leaf that the grass accepts so gladly. so i write�for it is all i can do in this place. across the water is the city where i now belong. nature rejects mankind, or was it man that dismissed creation? one day i shall return to this ground, but much to my own reluctance. for it is i who embraced the city, when nature finally holds me against its bosom. - copyright 2004 a.r.khani |
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| Hello everyone, i am back once again, and as can be seen my homepage has gone through some minor tinkering. It is said that we are passing through the year of the Rooster, and i am supposed to be having a good year. whoop-de-doo... i'm still waiting. Anyhow, that was me trying my hand at dry sarcasm. it never worked for me. To be honest, everytime i reach the point where i have to type something in this crappy (no pun intended...no...really) section i end up being really exhausted, and i owe it all to my own genius. See, because a normal person would spend some time thinking (and maybe even noting down) some of the things they plan on saying to the world. But not ali. Nope...no sirree...ali has to ignore the prevalent and just go with his instincts (which aren't the most reliable these day might i add). As a result, ali is left wondering why he is up at 6am thinking of things to say in a column that will be read once and never again. So what will he say in the limited space provided? does he have anything wise to say? anything worth reading? anything worth reflecting upon? I wouldn't think so. anyway, that's enough of me refering to myself in the third-person. One thing i do have to say is that lately i've been dedicating alot of time to understanding myself. And what i've come to realize, is that i haven't been giving myself enough alone time to think with (yet another useless piece of info, i know...but then this section wouldn't be called what it is if it were otherwise). i'm tired so i'm going to bed. If i'm in the mood i'll expand this update tomorrow night. now go do something useful with your time. read a book, practice singing your favourite song into the toilet bowl...i dunno... just do something. i hate idlers. sincerely, a.r.khani |
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