This is the funnel cloud of human indecency
That spans up to the outer spaces and demands to be seen
Like a spoilt child it clings to the sky claiming it for its own
The cloud in its calamity pushes out the rest
It screams and bellows and says I am here
From poems, to short stories, from rants to reviews, from shit to polish, this is the un-edited thought flowing blog so drink up, and be semi-entertained.
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