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About Me

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Out of the night that covers me,
black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance,
my head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
looms but the horror of the shade,
and yet the menace of the years
finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
how charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

Drifter: Thursday, September 22, 2005

Municipality Monkeys


I always wonder. Why do these municipality monkeys feel the overpowering urge to dig up roads in the FUCKING RAINY SEASON!!???
There's the rest of the whole damn year to do it without making others' lives more miserable than they already are. But no. They want to do it only in the bloody rainy season! What do they do for the rest of the year? Fornicate?
The result? Dug up roads, pits, potholes, half-assed slushy diversions.
Whoever said "India is shining" should come to Lingampally and talk out of his ass. I'ma choke him right there.