a few weeks ago, arul died.
i refuse to mourn. i miss him, and there is much i wish we could have talked about, and maybe i could have been less ‘tough’ with him…but i refuse to mourn a hardcase who left a flash job at microsoft to write songs in trichy, who habitually pointed out that none of the emperors had any clothes on, who died doing what he bloody *believed, not what he was told to do.
wherever you are, my brother, i know you are making them *squirm. you’ll need to, you are always ta’fxkz.