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I was born with a fifth finger and a banjo|

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I was born with a fifth finger and a banjo.
I’ve got a fifth finger on the banjo.
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The frog are all shivery.
I’m the giddy and the giddy and the giddy
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Hear the tiny sharp things, like bugs in the wind
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I have a fifth finger on the banjo
The egg are all tuff.
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Crickets in the kitchen.
I’m the giddy and the giddy and the giddy
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Yeah! That’s cool
I was born with a fifth finger and a banjo.

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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.

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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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Silence.

Weather turned bad now / Silence is the loudest sound / I have had my full
I’m falling for you And you got me feeling like a child in love
What shall I give you ? I am yours.
I can see your heaven / May angels watch over you / And the
Rest of our lives .
I waited for you and now you’re here!
Don’t get around much anymore
I don’t want to have to live like this anymore.
You’re a runaway love
I’ve got you on my mind
You are all I ever needed. I think you’re perfect.
You know you’re the one.
Every day is a gift
You are the gift oh most gracious presence!
If it’s not you
You’re not perfect for me.

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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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I saw a black cat!

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.

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If a rocket can hit wicket…

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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Ode diode Tohu Minus two.

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Melancholy Melanie.

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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.

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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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Rhododendron!

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Apothegm

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And then there were the legendary fish of the sea.

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It had a slimy body and a head like medusa.