Darkening Twilight. The emperor had gone to his private palace, and all the princes and lords and courtiers were gathered there to drink. Ambrosia siamang mangolian mangoose hoosegaw gawp. There was a wonderful dancer, and the king and all the guests were so enchanted by her dancing that they never thought to eat, but just looked at Her magnolia The soft perfume of the trees came up and filled the air, and the soft breeze blew the flowers and perfumed the air.
His name is Ghan He travelled to far and wide
He had a weapon
His weapon was a hammer
His hammer was Mercurial rial riata. He lived in a very old house
His home was on a hill. A hillock. A molehill the red ozymandias on the Dias. An old crow-burrow a tumbledown mausoleum.
I think people don’t understand. They don’t understand freedom. They leave their freedom to buy slavery. Then once trapped in the prison of their own making: they wonder if they can be free. And then they wonder if they can be free. Take writing for example: what do people want? The word includes publishing in it. Editing and proofreading services along with publishing have been transformed over and over-again and again. Writers who were able to earn their living based only on writing–and those who were recognised only posthumously–you have likes of the author of “The Raven,” and Plath: like Mozart and other prodigies they took the world by surprise: or so it seemed. Some others evolved into the excellence. But still there are many who are looking for validation, and even some who are actively looking for attention, are still searching for publication. I have been a person who takes things literally. Not that I lacked imagination–i had too wild an imagination and it took me to the places I would rather not visit again. Places full of suffering. I am in the habit of taking things literally. I have been in business of sorts, and after a while I realised that if I was to go on dong that I would be living just for them.
By writing: I mean writing. But publishing works like a form of record keeping. I had a hard time keeping journal online. Hackers used the information to harass me. I learn quickly and I was wondering if I would have chosen another path. No. I know. I will keep all my journals online. I don’t worry about my content being stolen. It stems from infinity. I am grounded in it and growing out of it as if with wings . I am drinking nectar like people drink water. It was a hard struggle. I respect copyright laws. I still don’t have any deep concerns about the protection of anything that belongs to me. I workout and diet. I take bath and expect the people around me to give me a little privacy and space. But if they don’t: I understand that human in them has died. It was dead since long. I didn’t develop relationships because I found myself. Relationship provide comfort but they take constant work. Some people devote all their energy in maintaining relationships. I consider them to be the means to an end. The end is the truth. The end is being and nonbeing. Why do I write? I write to entertain myself. To do something useful for the final goal of infinity. Publishing industry needs constant work. And if editing and publishing takes more energy than writing my ideas as I want to: respecting a few norms of accepted customs: I don’t consider it to be a success. I find it satisfies me if coming back to what I have written: I can read it and wonder what made me think like that. It’s success. I am sure: journal online or otherwise were meant to help people meditate. As Win Wenger said: to activate what is known as “witness sense” or the “Drishta Effect.” I do not want to forget about that. I clearly understand: all private journals are unsafe for seemingly mysterious reason that humans are supposed to have hive minds. This helps me understand the need of some people accessing what I think: even when there’s no immediate feedback. If I remember the fundamental : I am on track. It’s absolutely unnecessary to make my ideas known to all: though it certainly gives satisfaction to imagine other voices. It’s only my voice…all the times. It’s absolutely necessary to feel free to write.
“A day on the planet Venus is longer than a year on Venus,” she said. How is that possible! I looked it up to confirm: and she was right. Rotating around its own axis takes equivalent of 243 Earth days, whereas rotation around the Sun takes 225 Earth days.
I am dumbfounded. I had said goodbye to you insulting your general knowledge. I was in the wrong. In very wrong indeed. My mind was accustomed to counting year as sum of the days. It is the easiest way for Earth days and years. Venus immediately brings us to the exception as well as fundamental definition of day and year.
Next question can be: why do some planets move faster around their axis. Ah: why do they move at all. I need to read some Astronomy books.
“Good heavens, I can’t begin to tell you what a lovely thing it is to see the planets for the first time. Some of them are beautiful, some dazzling, some stunning, and some fascinating, but one of them made me shiver with delight. Which one! That one, the lovely, the fascinating, the glamorous, the wonderful, and the most wonderful of all. What is the name of the star? It is the star I love best of all, for it is the star that my Prince Charming is to see at the ball I am going to.”
Who is your prince charming, miss? He was a very princely man, not like some princes.
Was? I mean: did he die ?
He never married.
Why so!
Yes, he’s dead.
Shivering all over, I asked her: are you still alive? Where are you going to attend the ball! I hope it’s not in a cemetery. I know you since last five years. If you turn out to be a goblin: all the best!
Shivering all over, I asked her: are you still alive? Where are you going to attend the ball! I hope it’s not in a cemetery. I know you since last five years. If you turn out to be a goblin: all the best! You’ve also turned out to be a goblin. Do you think we’re both dead? When did we die! But we’re talking. What does it mean to be dead? I don’t know. It means: no longer serving the deadline. Shall we say: no longer serving in the morning?
I was sad to be dead. But as it turns out: I was her mysterious love.
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Sometimes he mumbles and it seems to be synchronized zed eye. He is a muddlehead, a malcontent, a manic, a weirdo. A runaway. He runs around the island with a bunch of birds and animals on a leash. Ashen gray hounds bounden den. He is a guardian. Ian is his name. Whenever I’m with him, I feel totally at ease. He speaks in Iambic pentameter. Lambs surrounding him ding-dong singsong . I love to hear him sing, “Good night!” Even when it is only the twilight. His baritone one loud musically lyrics. He really is a guardian. And his name is Ian. Whenever I’m with him, I feel totally at ease. Our boat was once caught in a time loop. It was a quantum anomaly. Armada Armageddon don on nodes. Intangibility. Typically vinyl wrap around me. He knows everything. Omniscient ouroboros. Quetzalcoatl. Cooling and uncoiling. Arachnophobic aubade. Alidade adieu. Hermetic astrology. Omniscient ouroboros. Quetzalcoatl. Cooling and uncoiling.
The tide was coming in. Both thor and thoth broke Hippocrates oath. Let it never be spoken. Ken kernel driver version of Windows. Clandestine, but can be cracked. With some effort. Devout, but can be lost. Whatever you need. But don’t forget to eat your vegetables. And by heart art is on tablet. Art is on tablet. Let it be known. By the end of the day. We all become transcendental. I mean we all become something else. Something beautiful and mysterious. And something we can trust. Forever grateful to the point. But I’m still a little hungry. Bubble gum for you. I don’t eat. Why then did you say you’re hungry. I just wanted you to remember what your body really is.
The last of man started feeling the adulation and admiration of the whole universe and he wanted to prove himself. I am sure you will understand that. And I mean anything: and/or/nand/nor. Flip flops.
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I was born with a fifth finger and a banjo.
I’ve got a fifth finger on the banjo.
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I have a fifth finger on the banjo
The egg are all tuff.
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Yeah! That’s cool
I was born with a fifth finger and a banjo.
He thought it existed only in the North. The uneducated lot. The state of Tamil nadu saw some despicable police brutality. NDTV reported it. He recalled how he was beaten on the eleventh of April for walking without a mask. He was in the perfect health and knew that pandemic was a charade and joke. How naive, he thought, as he walked out of the room! It’s “say no to plastic bags”day He was thinking as he walked out of the room.
He was confused if some days came more frequently than the others. Then he realised: it was the Earth Day and Environment Day earlier in the year. They all brought similar ideas. What had he done for the Earth, for the environment and for humanity. Seeing flaws wasn’t enough. Walking among zombies wasn’t enough.
He liked watching “The Irishman.” Nero was Nero and Pacino was Pacino. One of the greatest myths was acting. Nobody acted. Method was merely imbibing some emotions of the subject in hand. All actors, writers and painters had their idiosyncrasies printed on it. Even those who thought that Atheling or Logos was speaking through them. And then not just them, but everybody. Yes. It was merely forgetting oneself temporarily.
Those who didn’t float in the cosmic ocean felt weight of a freight train. Fiction was addiction: not because it was stranger than reality rather because of its allowing the subjects to say things they would avoid in the non fiction. Story telling comes easiest to sleeping bags. Ennui is a myth. Liquor or drugs did the same- that is why you have a history of most dazzlingly brilliant Galaxy of authors who were obese, alcoholic or addicted to caffeine. Nicotine or caffeine is considered “normal” in artistic circles. As normal as liquor in the poetic circles. Alcohol or caffeine addiction is the most widespread of addictions and is as common among authors as among other creative individuals.
Her general knowledge was not good. She kept forgetting simple things . He was in love with her. But he was concerned for her fading memory.
“Oh,” he said, “you don’t know your own heart, and I know mine.” I am sure you are interested in this. I will see what can be done. He went home and told his father, who was very much pleased, and asked his son what he would like to have. I don’t think we should be together now. I am sad. But we need to say our goodbyes some day.
Why not now? I’ll just tell you, once more, how I felt at that moment. I don’t want to say goodbye. Why! I am sorry. I understand . It’s all right.
Segue. Sage way. Let’s go away. Separate ways. Saying goodbye he waved his hand. It was slightly strange but she had poop for general knowledge. And she had flunked on her quizzes. I mean: all her quizzes. It was bit of a mystery. What mystery. Mystifier. Fiery eye rye eerie year indeed deed done in indigo goes chigoe. And she was taking a shower.
I was reading a book on bee-keeping. I came across this word “eaves.” It’s not something I knew so I looked it up. It was defined as the part of the building where roof meets the wall. I knew by the context: it was not a plural of eave. I found that “eaves” was also used in the sense of “the eaves.” I am fond of etymology. Eavesdropping is a fairly popular word. Every ethics book tells it’s unethical. Government does it to control and manipulate us. Corporate world is full of scandals Is it all right to eavesdrop? She asked. No. I talked about it. People talk about things freely only when they know they won’t be betrayed by infringement. The full name of the custom is “open exposure, or open exposure”.
Eavesdropping is a compound made of eaves and dropping. Pingpongs singsongs Singapore saves us vestige tinge tin nitwit. They were drawn into a den of the lion, and there, with the lion at their throats, they found themselves. Elves realm Elvis vis a vis viscera que Serra Serra mesa. Eaves doesn’t drop unless it’s an earthquake. Ears drop when you are all ears. I see: I am all ears. In ICU. See you soon. She was deaf. Fed ex tracking number for the mannah. Meeting was in ‘J’ area.
Weather turned bad now / Silence is the loudest sound / I have had my full
I’m falling for you And you got me feeling like a child in love
What shall I give you ? I am yours.
I can see your heaven / May angels watch over you / And the
Rest of our lives .
I waited for you and now you’re here!
Don’t get around much anymore
I don’t want to have to live like this anymore.
You’re a runaway love
I’ve got you on my mind
You are all I ever needed. I think you’re perfect.
You know you’re the one.
Every day is a gift
You are the gift oh most gracious presence!
If it’s not you
You’re not perfect for me.
The reason is a human device to understand causation. Existence is beyond causation. It often defies logic.
My brother said it and my mother said it . My neighborhood said so. They’re all blind. As I began removing the garbage they had dumped outside their houses: they all came together. They pursuaded me to give it up. The reasoning went like this:
“what is the use of cleaning this field as it will soon be the same.” I told them: I am going to continue working on it. I did what I said and boys started playing Cricket. They didn’t understand this: you never cleanse the same sins. They look similar. And one of the tricks employed by the Devil: ennui is dependent on this very misapprehension. The potter said the same thing in other words. Yet: the soul can’t be stretched. Soul is supersoul. The Absolute.
Not a thing. Yes. A dysfunctional family. I was reading Tolstoy’s essay on addiction. The highlight: it’s surprising that we let small addictions like tea, coffee and tobacco go on as norms and create much ado about some others. The degradation of consciousness done by those small addictions over time is huge. My father who acts like a preacher has been an addict all his life. And my grandmother has Tobacco in her mouth even when she’s cooking. My siblings are addicts and our family is a sad dysfunctional family. Most of the families in our neighborhood and in our country are like this. I have a simple solution to all problems. Kill the messenger. Euthanasia is all which is needed. All those who can’t bear the dysfunction in the mass factories: China and India: should be let go. Without ado or further suffering. What a horrible thought. I am sure you will never appreciate it. I hate to be so cold.
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IRENE
My name is Irene. I never got bored ever since I knew infinity intimately . Lyrical calculus was my mother. People thought I was high on drugs. When I was young, I wanted to be a singer. My oeuvre. Nous Verron. Nose is swelling : as if Apis Dorsaya stinger before Saturday Sayonara artiste arriviste stellar larkspur spurt turpitude due respect. And then there’s the difference between people who are influenced by the whole experience of the work and those who are not. I am not sure if you are not the same sign. Not that I am fond of being a sphinx.
The Sky
I thought I was going to spend my life on this. Leap year rings in my ears. Palmer palate later pal ter. Terse multiverse verisimilitude of etude. Deuteranopia opiate withdrawal tea party go goanna iguana chuckwalla calabash bash script writer. Just as I was about to end this work, I suddenly thought of this one in my diary. Dairy rhymes with orange range. Oranges are round like the Quotes the Iliad and Homer.
Majuscule Curlicues and quotation marks in the last act. Ectopic expression Decorative orientalist mosaic. I am not sure if you are not the same sign. Not that I am fond of being a sphinx. The sky in my head I do not know what you say. I am sure you are interested in this. … What was the name of the most important thing! I always thought that this work was not worthy. And it is not even a question of a “giant leap.”
I thought I was going to spend my life on this. Leap year rings in my ears. Palmer palate later pal ter. Terse multiverse verisimilitude of etude. Deuteranopia opiate withdrawal tea party go goanna iguana chuckwalla calabash bash script writer. Just as I was about to end this work, I suddenly thought of this one in my diary. Dairy rhymes with orange range. Oranges are round like the Quotes the Iliad and Homer.
Only a dream!
Majuscule curlicues Curlicues and quotation marks in the last act. Ectopic expression Decorative orientalist mosaic. “I knew that the truth was not the truth!” Then: what did I know! Therefore, I thought it would be more modest to say that I had always thought that the truth was not the truth, and even if I had never Realised that realm Alma mater matters. The book of the Truth:
It is probably only a dream.
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