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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.

Birdie.

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.”


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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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.

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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.

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Big Time Spider!

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.

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The Ganymede!

Punjabi pun unintended uninstalling lingas. Panjandrum drummer murmuring ringulated rigmarole. Rolex watches for women. Black coffee for men. Mensuetude etude deuce. Chantant d’Inde. Mensuetude etude deuce. Chantant d’Inde.

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.

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Ants!

The way of living

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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Clothes

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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Kumbhakarna

He was a studious man. He had nectar in his ears. He was going to to ask for the power to continuously work on his project for six months without sleep.

He wanted relaxing sleep to be nearly one day long. He had worked hard to to gain merit which granted him the requisite perfection.

Please send the application to Lord Brahma– the department of merits wrote back in response to his inquiries.

As soon as the Gods came to know of this they hired Saraswati to delude this Chap to write 6 in place of 1 and 1 in place of 6. This slight mistake not only reversed the effect he was seeking but also changed his destiny. It ensured his fall and ultimate death and it also ensured gods won. When he reached Lord Brahma after his death he asked him why he allowed this to happen. To which lord Brahma replied that those angels who deceived him will be subject to similar effects in the cycles to come that in the next cycles he would be immune to sleep. He didn’t think that the compensation was any explanation to what was asked but there was no other way.

Bramha didn’t have answers he was seeking. He will be born with the same powers right from birth and he will be able to accomplish what he couldn’t. With the assurance the Asura kept drinking the sura, the divine Madeira wine in the classes of nine. Kumbhakarna enjoyed watching the fight between Angels and Demons and when the time was ripe was born again to fulfill his dreams. The Gods found out what had happened and they decided to test predictions.

Kumbhkarana who was the enemy of words became the very word of God. Served the cause and merged in the cause. The story continued that he was the Word, and the Word was serving Him. He became the teacher of gods. And as he was narrating this story to his pupils they were all listening with wonder. Then the Almighty God approached the teacher of gods and asked him to tell the student what the most powerful divine weapon was made of.

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Hurray!

Birds are returning to the nest nearby. Bats are swinging. Hovering over the balls and snowballing lingas boiling springs eaten up pun. “This is the nest of birds,” says the crow. You are not the same. Since you saw the pictures here this weekend. The twilight is crimson…and the towers look forward to hearing from you. The sun, having blazed high in the sky, is about to set. Now it seems to have settled into the lap top of toppled rock. Crossroads are literally lit up by bicycle battery. “Hurry!