Anti-Prufrock

We were happy, and ate
Many sweet peaches.

Portraits of People I Don't Know

The quality of the photo is terrible... it's inordinately hard to photograph shiny plastic.
However, drawing people I don't know is strangely therapeutic. Hm.

Dull day

My Cat

My Toe (Possibly Broken)

Feng-shui must hate me.

This is the mess I live in:

closet

bookshelf

desk
God, the clutter! I need to do some spring cleaning.

Drugs, Rock'n'Roll, Shiny Disco Balls

Can't really say Vegas Hoes, since I live in Bombay

It's My Birthday

On the occasion of my birthday, here's a drawing:

You only think that it's completely unrelated to birthdays. But it's related to mine because my dad must have been cool before I was born. Maybe he even turned square for me--Thanks dad.

Poem

The absurdity of sex
In the modern world
Is evident.

We couple frantically
Our short attention spans
Not allowing for multiple orgasms.

But essentially,
We are but beasts
Trapped in binary code.

The world is not,
Can no longer be
Alive. Not when life is but
A cathode-ray tube--
Inanimate.

How can we sleep together
When we can't rest?

Soon, computers will be
Extensions of our limbs, heads, and hearts.
Will they too make love?