Even though I don’t see any reason for someone stopping by this page, but then you were the one to click so go on now, know a li’l something.
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KNOW NOTHINGS AT WORK!!!
This is the null street for snake charmers.
I ruin this blog as and when the fancy takes …and sorry if I misspelt the word ‘run’.
So here you’ll find some nice things to read, some travelogues and a bunch of artworks to boot.
First things first, IF you are allergic to open (trash) talk, profane, sacrilegious talk and are of the opinion that nude-art is offensive, thankyou. And by thankyou we mean ‘you’ve probably ended up in the wrong neighbourhood and should right away go back to whichever planet you call home.’
BUT, if you’re not one of the aforementioned, then HECK YES! bro-dawg! come join the feast.
read till the end, that should suffice.
Contact if you wish to collaborate.
Okay, happy reading then. bye.
P.S.- you can ignore the genius here ……… I, however, won’t recommend that
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"You may call me Mogor . Mogor dell'Amore , the mughal of love."
** no mandrakes were uprooted, nor were any macaws killed during the making of this blog.
** … nor were any salamanders made to shed their tails, 🙂
let’s begin with the epic riddle posed by the mad hatter of Lewis Carrol –
why is a raven like a writing desk ?
while you mull over it, let me let you know that I’m a critically acclaimed meme-cook and signature-forger. Those were the ‘street-smart’ skills I learned first on getting into an engineering college. Read this blog if you want to see yourself turn from a nostrilian-digger into a living legend.