Today.

It went pretty okay.
For some strange reason, I kept citing critic Ellen Moody as Woody Allen.
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Chef Selibriti.

I watched this show on Suria today while attempting to finish off my Postcolonial Novel Essay.
I am glad Chef Amri did not get eliminated.
I liked the way his arms swished across the camera, making a very delicious looking pasta dish.
I also liked the metal bracelet on his right hand, and the big-faced watch on his left.
I can’t believe I just typed the last four lines.
I’m off.

Dust of Stars.

Black velvet cloak
Thrown over the skies
Diamonds, like stars
Strung on crystal string

Luminous, glowing moon
A deep orange now
Smiles on them
Among scattered star dust

And then quietly
Perfumed wrist to lips
“Still, beating heart
The stars are still asleep.”

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