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Saturday, 11 August 2007

jelly ace

art imitates life and vice versa. one can never tell which came in first like the endless chicken and egg debate. for such a nice catholic girl like me (this description still befits, after all we are all sinners), i still hear real life stories for the first time. this girl -- tall, very beautiful, strong willed but with corrupted innocence -- have told me urban legends coming to life. college girl tragedies. so, the pamparegla is just placebo. the old lady smoking the nganga would take one look at the girl and would know. she would give instructions as precise as a surgeon. pity the girl and pity the unborn. city life is a fight for survival. it only reminds me how fear, conviction and ambition can be so strong it can commit murder.  

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