May 18th, 2006
CHAPTER1: PING PONG
Mehboob 18 years old under nourished and over shaved comes out of the bathroom. His organ seems dead after the vigorous masturbation it has received. Mehboob undermining his own constant struggle with sleeping pills and mineral water feels nothing and plows ahead getting ready for a day in the rat infested hell hole known only as the university. “Its time to boogie”, Mehboob thinks as he sits in his car and masturbates yet again spurting his white liquid on the dashboard and thinking of women lost and dreams shattered in the black hole of despair.
As Mehboob is 5 minutes away from the place only known as the university some things happened. Now why they happened nobody really knows but they did, changing how Mehboob looked at life and the way he wore his shoes.
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May 13th, 2006
Conversations only begin when they are ending
My father knows he has just some seconds left
Before everything ends
And the worms drill into his skull
And eat his heart
Circles move too quickly know
And his words and my words
Feel like molecules
While in reality seven hours have past
I need more time
Because I have only started to know him
-Ali Sultan
May 9th, 2006
I and a friend of mine, Rashid are sitting together in the atrium of LUMS. It is late. We are sitting near the music room.
Someone is raping a guitar and some other idiot is trying to keep some sort of backbeat, which for some unknown reason starts and stops at illogical intervals.
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May 7th, 2006
If you listen very closely, people have the most interesting stories. Listen
A girl told one of my friends in college how her ex-boyfriend was a sloppy kisser. She told him he had interesting lips.
Another friend told me how one her friend got strange face allergies whenever she made out with her boyfriend.
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May 6th, 2006
I went to Arkham today
Saw an old man, he my father’s age
He couldn’t stop smiling
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May 5th, 2006
If you’re in a dark room, crammed up with colorful antibiotic pills and the only access to the outside world is either a broken down CD player or a cassette player that blurts out tapes in high speed, do not listen to this album.
Nothing beats personal experience. Especially the ugly ones
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May 4th, 2006
All set
Here nothing
Power is obsolete
We are all dogs
Situations are cracking
I am
Climbing
Up the
Walls
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May 2nd, 2006
You open your eyes and break them.
You make it thirty seconds late and the first drop of liquid skids down your pants.
You don’t move
You want the repugnant smell of perfume to scratch itself off the bed sheet
You think that water makes no sense. It only cleans skin
Your insides stink of nightmares. Your face stinks of stupid ness
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April 30th, 2006
I told him once. We were sitting at on an old green bench. Rain was coming and I told him that he smelt like rain. When rain crashes on the surface and the mud stings your nostrils. He smelt of it. He held my hand and smiled.
I have burnt all our pictures.
It’s his birthday.
In four minutes I am going to kill myself.
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