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Komatsu Dragon Spits

1. It’s not a problem. It’s only a narration of an event. I was listening to the morning news near a Komatsu road roller which has skating wheels. I was thinking whether it’s a story or a narration.

2. When, I saw the driver approaching the vehicle. He was brushing. The driver was brushing the tire of the road roller.

3. On my way back from the tea stall: a guy with a stick in hand was chasing a cow. I saw the guy as I was passing by the Komatsu road roller which had been parked.

4. A driver was waiting for me to approach. He spit on ground. For the reason that I had been standing near the road roller. What did he not like? Did I do something illegal? No. Not as far as I know. I told him that I had not done anything.

5. Maybe he didn’t like my face. My presence. My attire. My walking style. It’s not for the first time I have seen couple of people spitting on road. They belong to Ku Klux Klan. The Saracen foundary established a pillar in Gandhi Smarak Bhavan garden. She is the daughter of M.S. Khurana, ex-Chief Secretary of Jammu & Kashmir.

Hard at work eh?

6. A bespectacled lady was doing round on a bike . She was learning to drive. The second lady was the intriguing case. Not the first one. The epitome of hounds becoming Baskerville basketballs was seen here. Do they expect me to be unreasonable to the hierarchical structure? They shouldn’t. I’ll simply let their arrogance turn them into the nimbus.

7. The black insect is called ghamra. A bird called Ghenga picked it up and flew away while my interlocutor was saying that birds don’t eat its kind.

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With proof of greatness!

You seldom see people treasure the filth aur the trash. I really don’t wonder anymore for I have seen plenty of it. Liar the four on kar rahe ho as poetic As You sound Hindu Pandit read the Christ Prometheus unbound redound Kundan relation. You did it first then you trained one side cutting paying guest to do the same Gulmarg argentum coming muttering Google Shravan. About 90 days and counting tinga linga linga linga linga linga ling syncsort springboards hot parts you have made your point haven’t you?

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Blue tooth

My days of running after pussy cats were over when she appreciated my handwriting. I don’t know if it was about my having decided to not see her again. She was a hard worker. An abusive relationship instilled in her this indomitable spirit of fair play and hardworking. Funny world. The bitter works like a medicine whereas sweet dishes make sure you are bedridden! Another word for First line: Once upon a time, there was a king who had three daughters. She was fond of kittens. I was fond of Katzenjammer. Mercy Johnson. Mercurial merchandise dicey theodicy icy cubic metres. The one was a hard worker, so, the other was not. I was no monad nomad mad version ions on onions deuce . Animal crossing animadversion chrysalis lisping lip-sync jonesing singularity ritzy zygote verboten rotten torpor porous sussuration cocksure cockalorum cockroach coach approach fibroach. A short list of things that don’t happen.

She married Lucifer to decipher segregation of yetzirah. I went to her grave today with a blue mockingbird.

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Wink hood ink cartridge filter philatelist listed as the captain attaint intern international!

She had developed a penchant for being a liar. As light as a feather. Heather heater terse multiverse verisimilitude etude deutronomy laws eschatology gym gimcrack rucksack backpack acknowledged ledgerdemain maintenance. Her academic life was also flourishing. I begged her to be honest and she resisted for a while before admitting that she wanted someone who had noted gall power. I felt the same way, and I told her that all my life I had aspired to be a poet. She was proud of the clout. She called me a troll. I rolled up to 13 and went far away from her to a mountain. I became proud of the cloud. What was the difference? Both fade away sooner than later. I am willing to spend an eternity: all by myself for speaking the truth. Why keep you in captivity… why give you hope? There are no longer any saviors. No mistakes. No. Nope. No problem anymore. I will no longer deceive myself. I will tell her the truth. No one’s going to believe me anyway. I will tell her that she is… I will never try to make another mistake. I will tell her about the… I will never make another mistake. I will explain… No matter how much she accuses me. I will tell her about the new… I will never make a mistake again.