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Posted on July 7, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

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.

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.

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.

Posted on July 6, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

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.

Posted on July 5, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

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

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!

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

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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.

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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.

Posted on July 4, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

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.

Posted on July 3, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

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! 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.

Posted on July 3, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

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.

Posted on July 2, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

Segue

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.

Posted on July 2, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

Meeting was for eavesdropping!

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.

Posted on July 2, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

Faience||

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.

Posted on July 2, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

Junebug bugs Bunny rabbit!

Jejune Junebug bugs Bunny rabbit hole. Mayflower mayfly flyover flutterby bilateral dragonfly tattoo designs. Junebug junebug junebug junebug. Gumshoe oeillade ladle ladder rungs rugs smug mug mugger germane manager inane shrapnel harpsichord harpagon gonebydays.

Mrs. Junebug, as she was named, had a very serious and devoted nature. She is a chatterbox of sorts. Always wears shorts. Rings on her ring finger gingerly surly curlicues Gingrich Richie spice. She has a nose like a gingerbread man, and her pink cheeks are of the hue of pasteboard. Always found in the back of a dress shop. I am fond of singing. Singing is my love. Ginseng senger German shepherd rescue resplendent dentists fragrant flowers for the mannah complot ploat gloat oat flour gram floor plan with you forever to get rich quick scheme for your attention.

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.”

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.

Posted on July 1, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

When?

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.

Posted on July 1, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

Typical Typhoons

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.