been india for a week and still havent written about new york. three
days in a vipassana jail and im either a new man or the same one i was
eleven years ago, shy and afraid of destiny.
there's only one love but the TT says south on the vernal express back
to chandrabose. always remember young earthwalkers: if you get
confused, just like to the mu-sic play.
address for the next acidic while:
psychadelic indan fairy tales (and breakfast recipes) to come.
do you eat? www.somethingconstructive.net/jamanta