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  • There’s Going to be a Murder – A Vegans Dilemma When Treating Intestinal Parasites!

    The parasites living in my intestine are still there, still guests and still living from my body. Still inducing the diarrhea, the vomiting and the swelling of my abdomen. Controlling if i am hungry or not, tired or not, sick or not, in the bathroom or not. Tiny organisms controlling parts of my being, for sure a percentage. Diagnosis was…

  • Lost Posts – Cool, Pink Malaysian Melaka

  • Pinky’s Dream Awake

    A view of freshly cut flowers an inch in-front of the sash window beyond the screen, early morning. May drizzle surrounding the exterior of the most beautiful of houses. Rain feeling novel as a reflect my current England, an England that looks elevated, like a Darjeeling rain cloud post monsoon. How far above sea level am i? Over one week since…

  • Almost Home – The End

    After two days on aircraft and the generic spaces within i am here, home, back in the UK – whatever that means. The train heads north from London, home bound. Eight months exactly from the day the train headed south towards london; towards the first flight right at the very beginning. A train with clean…

  • Time to Turn into a Chicken Nugget

    As the tears drop out onto the page i wonder. Analysis of this being a good or bad decision? Three days left in India, then transit for over two. Friends and family waiting on the platform as the train pulls into Durham City, the exact location from where all of this started. Drip drip drop.…

  • The Final Blast of Light

  • Solitude at Sunrise

    Awake well before sun rise, i shift from bed to plastic chair overlooking the pigs, an ancient gnarly tree, mango’s on the cusp of turning ripe, pigs grunting and trotting as the transition  from dark to light is aided by cigarettes, vodka and my iPod. Sitting in underwear being something i am fully appreciating as…

  • Sentences and Sections of Paragraphs from March

    27/3/12 Pinky, Pinky, wake up, it’s almost four AM. ” I am awake”, i reply. The sound of the train on the track is overwhelmingly loud and fast as i try to open my eyes seven, eight times before heading to the door to smoke and look out for the approaching station.  Indians stooped everywhere in deep…

  • Poopie Udupi

  • My Blog Behind Your Screen

  • Trying to Sunbathe in India

  • The Same

    ‘How long have we been here? Is it Wednesday or Tuesday? Excuse me sir, what day is it? – and March?.  Dhanyavad Ji!….. So we have one day left here before the Udupi train?’ Days are the same with minimal variation. Trying to find an ATM that works, a little painting, a little walking. The same…