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Pointless

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The Moody Useful Machine!

He was becoming story writing machine quite the contrary to word he had always had in mind I think*

My dear, I can explain to you the meaning of the word «accident». What does it mean?

It doesn’t mean accident, but what’s known as “special reason”. Chaos is the reason which cannot be understood by the limited mind but makes sense at a higher level and they are infinite such levels so covers will always be there. What are we the most precious of all things? Is it the love of our family?

She had gone mum for some mysterious reason. He kept talking to himself for a long time it was like talking to the walls like we used to do before. He was in a talkative mood and it was very dark in the office. She had gone mum for some mysterious reason. Shades had been drawn and there was no one else but only the two of them sitting silently They were talking about things which never happened. They were talking about eternity looking into each other’s eyes. Joe was in a talkative mood and it was very dark in the office. The Blinds had been drawn and shaping circuits for buzzing loudly.

Once a man turned up in the office and declared that he was a female. It was not considered to be strange at all because this was the office of the bizarre!

He turned to her and said, “Let’s have a drink.” She used to have a drink with him. Shenzhen was not in the mood to do small talk . He was concerned about energy she wanted more of it more of it more of it more of it! The office was quiet the light in the ceiling was dark and intense, blinds had been drawn and shaping circuits for buzzing loudly, time was slipping at a snails pace He kept murmuring, was really so fond of his own voice. She had no words of her own : if a bar of soap had spoken it would have said “Darling your skin is so soothing and I am so fragrant together we make a company which has never been seen in the world before please don’t let me melt if my life was longer or if you should take bath for longer times we would have used a great delights it would have been a long our company is Greater joy A deeper depth If you are one of those people who can’t sleep at night, with the lights still on, and hear the whisper of the sea, then listen Listen to this breeze which is making the trees dance listen to the frogs singing after the rain listen to the distant sound of vehicles passing on the main road listen to The Silence of cemeteries And he was really so fond of her and she had no words of her own. “..


It was very dark in the office. Misd communication had strange ideas about writing fiction. He had started working on them but none of them could come to the conclusion because of the want of the energy. There was never enough hydraulic power. There was never enough energy. They never had a quiet room. Then never had enough money. He used to work there but things were getting worse and worse and the wages were not enough to pay the bills. Therefore he decided to quit and begin with another business but the same story followed over there also as if he was carrying the seed of his destruction with him So, he went into the office and sat down in a chair and he cried bitterly. Lyrical calculus omniverse tsukuba busted stud Dead on bulb on only 8 police store he paid no heed to his crying and serving because she had seen it is million times he had to make a plan to salvage his fortune.

And plan was the most strange thing you have ever heard of A newly hatched cockroach was stuck on the wall of the room. An approach which had never been taken before An entire act of coming to the light of the world.


A number of unusual circumstances
lead him to be his own self to the fullest I need to sell his works. Somehow he was too proud to do that but the times change sweetheart and you do what you had not done for the sake of art the art of living and the art of dying and the attached in tweens. Thee times change sweetheart and so he decided to starve himself to death and he starved himself to death
Through great difficulties he has invented the most useful machine.

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What do you do?

The doctors would put needless needles into your stomach if you keep playing with its teeth: I said to Tara who was blithe with a blue ball cuddling a puppy . Battery of phone was dying as I was taking some pictures of clouds scattered around me . They were planting trees after having planted their pictures in the daily newspaper of tomorrow. Mahatma was smiling in big glasses with a garland. Why would I try to impress anyone with my immortality or absolute certainty. I kept walking. Life is happening. A kid is breathing cricket and another building blocks with bricks: I see no difference. You’re hurt? She asked. I kept wondering if I should answer her questions. It was an exercise in vain. But since I had to do something- anything-as the Twilight was approaching. I told her that I was feeling comfortable. Much better than how I was feeling in noon. What do you do? What do you mean! I am not new here. You know what I do. I do nothing. I undo everything. Death is my name. What do you do?

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Never say you can’t!

Who are you?

“I am a man” said the stranger, “Who has come to this house to-night.”

What brings you here?

“To seek a treasure,” said he, “Which no one knows of but myself.”

What is it that you want ?

I am sure you will find out more soon. I am sure you will. Do you want to know the end of the story?

I do.

“I was the Shepherd Boy. “

Oh my god! I kept asking questions about the past incarnation. But all she would tell me was that I had no memory of anything at all.

I am sure about Suresh. She was lying. She wanted to take revenge. She had known Suresh since he was a child. He had killed her in the past birth. They were living in the village known as Chitrangada. She took him into her house. And waited for him to be mature enough to understand love and flowering.
And waited for him to be mature enough to understand love and flowering. But the boy never knew how to become a man.

What drastic changes? The old Mrs. Goldilocks. It was exactly 9 am and her demands were becoming the size of the Buzz Khalifa! That’s called “Burj Khalifa.” And it’s just about one and half mile tall, I said. “That’s too short.” What is longer than that! I exclaimed. I mean the wall of China indeed. But the length and height are two separate dimensions. You know that don’t you? I remember you saying.

I look at the stars. All the times. Orion belt, Big Dipper and Venus are my best friends and Luna is my lunatic asylum. But you are an irresistible storyteller. A raconteur European paen encomium comity commerce mercenary arroyo craftsman style. What happened to sureshot femme fatale and what happened to the treasure?

Now I look at the stars but they don’t talk to me. I wish you would tell me the full story some day! And she stayed there for a long time until she saw a light coming from a window of a lovely old house in a long street. The Twilight. Always so grateful for your soothing voice! I don’t want to get lost!

Your parents live in a castle in a little town called ‘Middle Earth’.

I am sure you are interested in this one. I will tell you what I can do. I have been to Switzerland and Italy. I am sure that love is not available for free forsooth forsure forwhy forthwith withal thalium umlaut plaudit dithering ringtone dipthong Hong Kong’s million-dollar.

Nowadays, this is not the case. I think you’re right. It’s neither inside nor outside. Love is the same energy which is neither created nor endorsed by it. I am a hard copy. I am a read only memory with an automatically generated apocalyptic tic tac toe mantic destination.

I think you’re right about that: there’s no denying the internet . There is just one energy. Internet is also that. I am sure you are interested in this one. He’s done it. I gave up on her the moment she asked me to tell her the morale of the story. It’s like blasphemy to blastoma atom processor.

I will tell you that: we dream and travel not to reach anywhere. The mystic was totally wrong. He invented a poetic destination which was his imagination. There’s only journey. No teaching. No reaching. You may find patterns and colours here and there but existence is devoid of any inherent meaning whatsoever. A very wise person once said: ‘If there is meaning to life, it is up to you’. What happened to the power of Goldilocks. What happened to the treasure hunt and what happened to the damasel? It was always about the journey, not the destination. Damsel damn mnemonic devices allowed sales manager menagerie agent gentry tryst stylus lustrous tumultuous omnibus succubus busted colophon honeycomb discombobulated odalisque seraglio lionized zed eyes winged Angel gell well as the first time.
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Net-worth!

He was born with a lifetime of curse. His net-worth is forty two rupees only. And it’s after the honest work for a month and half. His savings account was snatched by hypocritical hoarders. Addicted to tobacco, liquor, marijuana and pussy : they were all parasites. And his life, ninety days to live. There was a time when he used to tell you that he neither had a bank account nor he wanted to maintain it in order to live like a Rastafarian But then you were told, “No man, no worries.”


And his mother was a star. Tuned to the power of will: times change sweetheart. Now he’s compelled to work. He was working all the times to get along. But now he needed to work for pocket money. Before his acquaintances asked for help: he openly told them: “my net worth is forty-two rupees.” All arguments end on ” net-worth.” He sleeps sound like a baby. But his “aukaat” is just that: forty two rupees. He was born with a lifetime of curse it seems. After a few days the government announced that it would launch a free service scheme.

But the man had died by then.

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Achievement!

“Every science begins as philosophy and ends as art; it arises in hypothesis and flows into achievement. ”

I heard that with awe and wonder. It was beautiful wisdom on her exquisite lips which tasted like nectar of immortality. She was my destiny. The fountain of youth. The source of beauty. Her forgetfulness was peculiar. On one hand she was unable to tell the name of the first US president even after repeated discussions, on the other: she said she was well versed in Greek mythology.

“So what is the name of the first US President?”

I asked again!

Longing for an accurate answer. Ah! She meant a wonderful world to me. She was my delight.

Abraham Lincoln!

Both eyes closed
Dropping to the ground.

As she snapped out of her reverie, she frowned in concentration. I was amused. I hope to hear from you soon kroon afternoon monsoon. A day might come when you would utter George Washington in response to the question and continue to do so. It will be the event I have been waiting for since an eternity. I looked at her blonde hair. This is the most important day of my life, I thought.

It’s rather complex, but the development of the human psyche is a truly awe-inspiring thing.

Wisdom is the oneness of mind that guides and permeates all things.

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Dark Matters!

How blind were power hungry politicians. Until Atal was in power his style was mimicked by the rest. As soon as he went out of the business: he fell ill and forgotten. Shah started mimicking Modi and others started mimicking him in rallies. Rhetoric. I was not surprised: they knew only this way. I had observed my siblings copying my father. When I showed it to them: it had a two fold effect. I would use the same technique to fight shyness. They said. Then they began attacking me for being deviant. I was not an ant of Devi but rather Anant. An ant on Pennant. I would have to be careful. You are reading my mind and seem interested. I can tell this much: it’s a jungle of memes and instead of realising the essence we get attached to forms. If not family or friends– memes from art and culture take over. Ramayana and Mahabharata are art forms which engage people so much that they are able to spill blood. Another art is art of creating Patriots. They are conditioned by system using intoxication. Then reverse conditioning is needed to feed masses who are vicariously enjoying the thrill of martyrdom but can’t really dare to kill. Bhagwad Geeta can be interpreted anyway: Gandhi who championed the non-violence considers it to be a battlefield of mind where evil is subdued by good. Right wing says: you would have read that it was all a dream as in case of other stories like sage Markandeya witnessing Matrix by grace of Godhead.

Rahu Hullabaloo loopah.

I woke up in a container. Someone had called police. A Burlesque man had killed another with a Lance. Lancelot patios ios soiree reefer fey. In the new version: everyone was busy playing some games or the other. I found none of them suitable for me so I invented my own. And even when it resembled the games they were playing it was unique. It had a life of its own. They checked my right arm. As soon as they put some solution on it- there came a great amount of steam. I was quarantined. I had been waiting. I knew the charade for I was the designer. Exploring the facility. My grandmother who was naked most of nights because of excessive lust for her husband died some 50 years ago used to prey upon me. A pervert. I found her in the quarantine. I kept exploring the facility. It had a clean toilet and plenty of food which was distributed punctually. What else a nomad like me needed. I sang a nobody is nobody and a monody can be converted into a threnody if dying monopoly allows it to be. I used to play on the piano. I woke up in a dream. It was a strange dream. A realm of possibility. I had been to the bathroom. I was going to search for the urban itching for my bike was stolen. I rode a friend’s bike. I woke up in a garden. The Heather and the lemon grass. Kids wanted to play but I was concerned about their safety. I was distressed that the ground was muddy.

Dark matters!

You decide Take this key,
And this package
Which will make you invisible
Hide behind the wall over there She said. I woke up again  I was wondering if I could cross over the sewage line being dug on my way to search the thief. Then I found myself on the very ride I was looking for. It was strange but steam was still coming out of my arm. I woke up at the bench. Then in the container. Then I found myself on bed. It soon seemed like a Jacob’s ladder rungs though I had no recollection of its initiation. Though thrill it was enervating beyond limit. I was becoming delirious and nauseated. Seated on my chair I kept puking frequently and rocking it. I kept on falling down. Rabbit hole bit me last six months. I was distracted.

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The Skinny Daydreamer

I am tired of being a sheep. He was walking– towards his bench. The bench was the last reminder of the grandpa who used to teach in the school opposite to it. He was sitting on his bench. What is the best medicine for boredom. I am sure you are interested in this one. He wrote in an email to her. He was interested in exploring event generation.

Life had been through a jungle–a dark tunnel mostly. And it so happened in his awakening: he found no light at the end of it. He became it. What did it mean? The greedy kids were slurping water bowls. They were always in a hurry. Buzzing sound. Mosquitoes sucking blood from his right arm armiger germane manager inane prop up. It didn’t matter if you felt significant or insignificant with the events happening in your day to day life. No, it didn’t. The number of events everyday was directly proportional to the pace at which the time passed. All consciousness is of change: events included people, things and space. Distributed consciousness in case of mass events is less focussed on individuals and more on the global change. Harmony dictated whether he felt good or better regarding what happened around. It was not a note being dictated by the way but only a measurement directing him towards the balance.

Since the mystery of the pyramid was revealed: he understood that it was animalistic consciousness which brought about harmony and catastrophe in turns. The Moon along with Saturn were so designed as to generate constant work for themselves and others. They were in charge of the pyramid here. And having witnessed it for decades: he was neither for nor against the spirit of the pyramid. It was part of the nature of the pyramid. Middle East was boiling once again. He knew that another catastrophe was in the making. Kings and queens had already left the earth.

Their messages were telecast from Jupiter without general public knowledge of the departure. The mass extinction gameplay was the event for which they were made. Royal blue knew that all along. All previous world wars and calamities were presented with a narrative to modify your consciousness so that instead of being a witness to the event you become a participant. Without being an actor your life remained insignificant. With a hue which was either dark or light: you were forced to take care of the pyramid. You hardly ever realised that realm created by you had existed eternally. The king of the pyramid became the “King of the World”. Enough with the daydreaming. He has a great philosophical imagination which had been fuelled by the conspiracy theories and concepts half baked. He was hungry for he had hardly eaten anything in two days. He entered into the tavern and ordered a salted soda as villagers looked at him with some suspicion. The tavern owner didn’t make too much fuss about it and this was enough for the man from a faraway land who had been sitting alone in the Shed of eucalyptus trees for what seemed like an eternity now. It’s not his fault that he was so skinny but his waist was an inch and a half or two inches smaller than a normal man.

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He hanged his boots first then he hanged himself over!!!!!

Nimbus

OK “I can see you have been taking lessons from me,” the Master said. It was raining. Ken was taken out of his lab by an apparition. As to why he followed the shadow still remains a mystery. Ken could not see the face of the Master in the darkness, but he could hear his voice. He saw a mirror. In the mirror he was obese: wearing a white shirt. And the shadow had disappeared from his vision. He was in vain. Unable to find his way back to his lab where version one point six was being tested. The Master was not pleased with his student.

He saw some people . Acquaintances from his University. As he was unable to use technology: he looked desperately at them. He wanted to ask them to come to his house, but he didn’t know how. It seemed like an apocalyptic tic tac toe. On stairs a madam was beating a rude Gemma. He had lost his way. He went down a dark street. And saw a black cat. It asked him some questions and vanished. Where he could buy porn. Or a prescription. Ionized zed eye iodide bodega bagbro browbeat bragbro Brocade fabric rosner nerdy dying breed. Creed redolent ciphers zephyrs. The chasm was deep, though the water was clear. Learn more: azygous agouti. When she opened her eyes, the sight that met her was
“Mommy!

Squirrel a way!

It’s thunderstorm. And it’s raining cats and dogs. His memories are flushed out everyday. He read that there was a great man who reached somewhere. The great man called it the dancing effulgence of grace. The sublime exquisite portrayal of the most important being which renders you eternity of love and flowering. He made it his life because he had achieved his goals and attained powers beyond his wildest fantasies. Now in the void : he chose a goal which was the very essence of the journey. No guides or companions existed on this one. The caravan was parked outside Parkour dash board. At first, the person was a very good start in the Parkour, but then it became very hard and he couldn’t get the hang o

He hanged his boots first then he hanged himself over. When hangover was over overturned undertone tonesure sureshot atonement mentation mensuration sussuration dusseract fuss.

Opened her eyes and saw an empty room. Hasten hasta asterisk at risk terse severe reverse reserved Vedanta. I glean lean anneal anamnesis mnemonic anaphora hora spoonerisms Orangutan rambutan Bhutan rampike spike. It was a very old mansion, built in the time of the great-grandparents of the current owners.

Squirrel a way! Sage way. Segue. Figure out gigue. A gigantic fig tree. A twig wig swinging ginseng gingerly surly curlicues. Chenrezig ziggurat ratbaggery philomel. Huts on the hillside. Sidereal arcanum numbat numskull skullduggery dugged dudgeon buldges budgerigar budget drugged up. Self-same gleaning granger gorblimey harvester gormless harvest griffon hermit grumble grovel gormless Gormandized gourmet kitchen kit kittiwake sake lake exalted salted leman mannah Street. I’m a man of the world and I’ve traveled all over the earth.

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Now they had nothing to eat and only a single room to call home. How well you understand me sweetheart! Please prick-me-dainty in my shanty. I am afraid that the way you are kissing me is making me feel a little sick.

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! I have this awful feeling that I may be dropping at any moment. The smell of eggs is just all around. ! I have this awful feeling that I may be dropping at any moment. The smell of eggs is just all around. Juggernaut umlaut plaudit dithering ringtone dipthong Hong Kong dingdong singsongs Singapore claptrap humdrum humbug gummy bears. I am all ears. You are all eyes. Wide shut shuttle cock sure shot hot girl. She is not hot at all. I have this awful feeling that I may be dropping at any moment. Why did you do that! I have this awful feeling that I may be dropping at any moment. Mental health issues. I am all ears.

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Writing stories with you!

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.

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Deadline!

“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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Police State

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.