Rhea, on Feb 25, on SMS Must tell you your poem on the blog was excellent
Me, 2 days later, on SMS Glad you liked the poem. Sorry, couldn't reply earlier. Was at a brothel when you messaged me. Spent the last 2 days in the red light district. See you on the net.
Rhea and I, on Yahoo, a day later Rhea: Hence am bemused Rhea: What the hell do you mean by THAT?
Disclaimer The
Neurotic One shall use this narcissistic recluse to blow his own trumpet, to
question the parentage of Communists and to blast the world for what it is.
Readers who do not concur, are requested to bend over and kiss his buttocks.
Readers are also strongly advised against side effects of reading Neurotica,
such as strong nausea, splitting headaches, insomnia, visions of Baba Sehgal
chasing you in a thong, suicidal depression, delirium, anti social behaviour,
transformtion into an ugly toad, nightmares about ugly and naked fat men, STDs,
Kafka dreams or brief flashes of intelligence.
If you do feel these side effects, oh well. Sue me.
