an english summer in the city of joy

......boy that sounds so......girly....some where.....gimme a sec while i turn the mujik on

ahh.... samba pa ti :Ottmar Liebert & Santana google it!

anNyways where was i...... yesh...... besh romantic song......puro anti to what i was gonna write about so i'll do this on the fly.....today by far calcutta has to be the bomb.... the weather is simply to die for....... the streets empty........cloudy sky chilly wind....... the night-sky besh haunting...... leaves on the trees chiming........erratic rain.....that smell of wet earth.....musky and deep.....you try to take deeper breaths.......somehow cleansing.......nice and snug in the good'ol n ragged denim.... a sweat shirt......with felt-lined outer pockets which allow your plams to sweat while the wind whistles past your ear......aah surreal......crap ....bad song on...... i will give thee (ladies and gents) the complete story....uneDited...as i change song i will shall indulge in something that sir bob marley used to refer to as ambrosia .....the gift of gods....
hmm......... it just seemed rite to blog today........

now that my bearings are straight...... i shall come back to what i think i was going to write.....
damn i forgot....

shucks....on the fly then

i had an idea once......lol "once"....sniggering alone i think is a sign for manic depression.....anywho i thought how cool and then how absolutely difficult it would be....if we.....(in a dramatic way....like that guy toasting to the next step in american pie I...corny as that may sound) ..... ye we fellow blogger's ...the one i know atleast and you know friends of friends start a book..... we each write a chapter......... besh lame idea kintu i am pointing in a direction.....now if ye all just help out with the route..... its just an idea..... i have many so no pressure ppl!
..........i just read all this back to myself.......... dang :P