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Dice Games Are Bad

Mar 19, 2023
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Updated: Jun 7, 2023

By Arpan Nandi



She kept telling me on Friday nights,

She spoke to angels, I never believed in.

She kept selling her absurdities, and

you think I am the one, insane ?


You feel there’s a God ?

When I was furiously jolting the ink from

everything that could possibly write, and

nothing really worked, all I felt was evil.

And if you still think there’s a God, tell him

we have strict working days here.





Ask him if he could have prevented me from

ending up being in a hospital, waiting

for that one surveyor, who could possibly

believe that the ‘system’ that has been treating

me as a psychopath, is probably not sane.


More the superiority, more the ignorance.


By Arpan Nandi





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