I saw a black cat. Dark blue clouds too. I saw the black cat. The Katzenjammer hammer. There was a broken clock, and the river washed the old bridge away. What was the matter. I was wondering- walking in my underwear on roof. Cold breeze on my body. There was the flower that Wendy plucked.
Birds are returning to their nests. They are little birds, and the mothers are very angry with them. Piglet gimcrack rucksack backpack acknowledged ledgerdemain. One mother bird is not happy. As it has a toothache. This is because the other mother bird has a bad temper and she scratched it.
Birds are chirping around me. The sky has been covered by a layer of clouds. Kane: the Polynesian God stopped by the way. He stopped by to talk. I had nothing to say. You should tell him about the clouds. The somersault by the Merle on ley lines. There are clouds in the sky.
Granny allowed me to eat some guavas. They were unripe…on branches. Some of them fell as I was giving them to Grandma for sauce. Chutney has nothing to do with knee. Snickersnee need Edo ode diode module site. I was on my way to make chutney when I smelled it. It was a pleasure to meet you at the moment. After I ate my guavas I was overcome with fainting and fell on the floor. It was a temporary heart attached to this question. If a rocket can hit you it can hit me.
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Eli lied. She lied through her teeth about having jumped from the seventh floor. Allure of her pain was drawing in many dark sniffing hounds. Unbound imagination was her forte. But now she was nearing forty and her lies were lying on the floor before her. The truth would come out. Al nino was gone. One nimbu was used to make a nimbus. Bus was missed . She was again late for the meeting. Tingling Lingas did no good to her worsening Japanese. There were interpretors all around the Tokyo. A dime a dozen outside everyone diner. They knew sidereal zodiac and rhymed like a medical personnel in the times of a pandemic. How was she going to retain her job in the fastest city on planet. She had just arrived here but her dark past hadn’t left her yet. By the end of the story she had met a man who would make her forget all that. A man from another universe. She had once told him about it.
She was a doctor and her birthday fell on the seventeenth of July. Curly hair on her face made her look like a tigress. Though all her baggage was childish gimmick at best: it did rouse his virgin imagination. She kept playing with his imagination. Once a mystery: later a chemistry.
Then an Alchemist changing her birthdays. It was the fourth of December today and twenty first of the September tomorrow. Grand entity had been using multiple skeleton keys to romance.
At least he seemed to think so. He wasn’t pursuing love but you know and I know : all identities are identities created for the love. Love for Godhead, nation state, mother, father, Self or an ideology. It’s always love even if it is hidden in form of hatred.
Whenever he talked to the doctor: she accused him of being boasting stings stingy Boston. Tonnes of Nescafe nascent scent of Centennial alarm device. They went to a beautiful beach: Marine drive was devoid of any life force that day. It was only two of them. With each other they were more than happy.
Sun is always greater than the rays combined. Sum is greater than parts. Mystery of love became clear to him when he gave up on it. The Matrix herself befriended him: the revelation summed up all previous episodes. Still it was more than that. He realized the interplay of memes in form of verses. His body was a machine being used by ethereal spectacle frames. Once he was free from these ideas of possession and prepossessing–singularity took over.
He was still exploring the deconstruction and the reconstruction of his identity in the last decade . She was nowhere to be found. It was always a dream. A smile here, a wink there. A yearning for solace. Con knock out of town. Owner nerd abomasum Sunna. Now he was a mechanic, but never did he feel the glory. How can you expect him to be both a driving force behind the scenes and the maestro mechanist. He had been earnest in his understanding of the way. No, he was not a simple person. His persona was eaten up by her profundity.
Typical typhoons on bicycles get a new story. Horny blonde, despondent hornets, nested loops, loopah chat with you forever and ever. I can never understand why she never left his side. A grand show was created by the tigress. Then she was tamed by a circus circadian rhythms. I think I finally have it.
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She wanted to give you her everything. All you asked was for her contact number. You gave her up. And you have forgotten about the words of wisdom. I am sure you are doing well and you will find out more information about this…… wrote Wendy in a letter one morning. And get the number of some good company for your friend. Endemic mixed with a friend who was born on July the 13. I know that if you want to find out more information about this…..
And when the door opens, there is another room behind Hindsight Hindu Kush cushion ion on onions. I can only offer you a feeling of melancholy, which you have lost and you are never going to get back.
The liberal Moon and Neptunian mist of the word. I kept asking questions for which she had no answers. She was not consistent in her responses. Nor logical. It was her presence. Her beautiful mind and body of bliss which seemed to be always one with his being. The place he considered home. A mile long banyan tree which was home to many dannar bees and butterflies. Jejune Junebug may fly out to mayflowers. But Wendy might grow up. Enough Wendy! You need to come inside house now. Look what has been cooked for you this evening. Pea Soup. You love that. Don’t you? Big dipper looks all dapper with pert posterior. It is big time spider and big time spider can do some big time spinning.
The sun is shining brightly. There are no rainbows. The temperature is bearable and equanimity has been restored.
I keep returning to this point only to forget it in pursuit of something greater: something which is sure to provide freedom from death and aging.
Euthanasia has been on my mind for a long time but it does not cover the mainstream media and it remains the source of pain that I cannot do anything to bring it for the discussion. That is why I am writing this. And I hope you read this thread.
And stichting of another pastime pastiche with chestnuts, nutcases, casseroles, les trade, tradecraft, chas te chess on dining table ballroom parking lot.
Happens a long shot. If I am to continue my life here, I have to write a book and submit it to my publisher. I thought so last night wireless trolling or while strolling. What is the matter with the world. The publisher died all of a sudden. Those who are running for their lives can they really provide me with anything other than frustration of never being enough. Sweet side of suicide is that it is never on the rise. Good luck deciphering firing that. Sadness of life sadness of death, sadness of anything.
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Bye bye byson hyton ryton rhythm section. I said so aloud. With a thud Hudson valley was seen. I kept gluing the cobwebs. I reached the cataract and entered into the bridge. I saw the queues and scaffolding. Dingdong singsongs of the word for mother. I am sure you are doing well as well.
They were made for a purpose but they’d become so small they were now a hobby.
All his stories looked similar. Three were sleepwalking people in them. He kept talking to them. He knew they were all dreaming on drugs. Rug under their feet was an internal organ brought from the Ganymede.
The mystic walk. It was after a long time. The four am clock ozone layer. Soothing cool breeze on his skin. The hymn of the air conditioner . Street dogs barking at pigs. Only shining star in the South West. A thick layer of clouds overlap . The dragon shines its thunder in the storm in the East with Mercury. The Venus is not far from the ascendant. Mosquitoes sing when breeze takes a break. Crickets buzz incessantly. Lyrical calculus lustrate irate pirate ship adventures of our batlings continued since Twilight. A crackling fire warms the heart. I could have gone to walk through the streets. But this city has too many street dogs and pigs. I need to absorb the quiet as storms are lurking in the hindsight . And the wind made the house creak and crack. The shunned garden of Life sciences building. The garbage in the ground where he was reinventing the life after Noah’s ark had sunk . He counted the ants, even though they were too small to see.
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Singing’ don’t worry ’bout a thing
‘Cause every little thing gonna be alright!
She held a shell to her ear. Near the ocean. A conch shell. And it was really quiet after a long time. The voices had died. Enemies: internal and external were gone. All lizards were asleep for the first time in a long time.
She was looking at herself: her beautiful body which was adored by him. The little lamp shone on her breasts, her belly, her legs, her arms, her thighs, the hair on her legs.
Why did she remain so numb. So disconnected from her own voice. Detached from her own feelings and body. A story that was never read by anyone. An unsung song. A poem. Universe of his life. She looked over her shoulder to find a reason to let go of the past, present and future. “I am still wearing the same clothes.”
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