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.

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?

The First Law of the Jungle!

A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm. A robot must obey orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law. A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law. A robot must obey orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law. Who laid down those laws! Who said that robots must be free to go anywhere or do anything! Thanks for your time. That doesn’t answer my question at all. If a robot breaks the First Law, a human being may be held legally responsible. Can a robot be punished for crimes committed by a human being? How ! Why do you not include harm to any life forms in the first law! If a robot has the ability to harm a human being, then there must be something wrong with the robot. I mean: no life form should harm any other. Lions should eat leaves: but even then it is harming trees or shrubs. It is better to die of hunger than to live in the mess where laws are dependent on whim of despotic regimes. Is it the robot’s fault if laws are designed to help the government become a tyranny?

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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sell your products. Suresh sureshot tonsure tonsil windowsill silhouette oubliette aubergine ubermensch. You can find the code of conduct in the code of conduct. Conduct duct tape ape agape … Beating around the bush. Hindu Kush Usha Shamus mandamus manducation mandibular larkspur landing at least one. Never say you can’t.

Bangles

Drift together noon / Shadows stretch across the sheets / Lonely Sunday light
I’m here and you’re there / A voice in the dark / But now it’s Sunday morning
The dark prince principal… Atheling Mingas gastric tricks Asterix
I wish you were here / I wish you were here
Then I would have, us, the rest of the day
Big bang bangs her door… he got bangles galore. Bangalore Bangladesh syncromesha mesha.
If you wanna go out tonight, I’ll find you some bangles…
Then I’d have you, the rest of the angles will jangle in the jungle

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.

Bard your Shards pierce hard in the aftermath of hurricane season.

You decide whether your story is short
or long
It was a cold and windy day, with the snow!

Avant garde garden Eden dense mesnes nested loops bloops. Warden wanted pardon donning white plumage.

Here, in an island named Sulawesi, where every man’s worth is measured in wood.

Bard your Shards pierce hard in the aftermath of hurricane season.

The story proceeds as given below. She was a curvaceous lady. When I met her it was only her voluptuous figure which intrigued me. We acted in a drama together and I lost myself into her eyes. Workplace romance is unproductive. I have had absolutely no romance in my life except for some failed attempts at workplaces. I had a weak charisma and plenty of delusional episodes. Both of us had greying hair. I am sure: she was as mature as good looking. Love is labour lost indeed. Bard was right!

What!

It was a morning. He saw clouds all around him. It was drizzling. He went out. It was a new job. The kid wanted help with his English. He had asked him to be ready by nine am.

In the beautiful weather. Jasmine fragrance and chirping quirks made the environment a musical harmony. He had been reading a new book on painting: words like Chitrabhasha, ChitraPata, Chitrakoot, Chitra Ketu and Chittagong all related to graphics . The constellation arcturus known as Chitra was considered to herald beginning of new year. Psychic impressions were responsible for a kind of painting as per Samkhya and Yoga system. This was the painting you see as waking and dreaming lives respectively. The quality of those two states varied only in the pace of change. There was more fluidity in streaming dreams and less so in the waking. Waking state is elaborate dreaming. Dreaming is concise waking.

The language of dreams is thought in the waking state.

Language implies meaning conveyed by symbols. Patterns recognised by a system. What if we never stop dreaming : only alternative states of nightmares and pleasant dreams varies like two poles of happiness and unhappiness.

It’s so. Albeit a void is in the background. A flop for every flip. A zero for every one. A hero for everyone and a villain for every hero.

The rest is where it all emanates from. The sleep. Why would you ever be afraid of rest which rejuvenates. And if it’s a complete cessation of being: it’s even better. He never understood why you avoid talking about death.

The rest is where it all emanates from. The sleep. Why would you ever be afraid of rest which rejuvenates. And if it’s a complete cessation of being: it’s even better. He never understood why you avoid talking about death. We shall see what happens. Nothing is impossible for me. To face the morning again, I would willingly give my life for this. What is the meaning of life or death. what is the meaning of words. what is the best medicine. What is the most beautiful thing in life.

What?

Evernote corporation.

3 dots … 3 more dots I declare there is nothing like me here on earth … 2 dots … a line … 3 dots
I declare I will be here forever It is not just Earth I prevailed every think everywhere … 7 dogs 8 shelves There are 5 times 5 books with us. Hero notes There is nothing that does not want to be free. Nothing is designed to be honest Everything is made to live
Everything wants to live
Diane diametric magnetic magnetic I see the light
I want to It’s shunya. The void. The emptiness. Tathagat In the void, the Tathagat knows from his own resources that the emptiness is not any less valuable than his own resources. Suchness The being
There is nothing that does not want to be free. Nothing wants to be free. It’s free forever. It’s free forever. Evermore Evermore
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First line Motel the model and I say that
all other models
the world is dead
All the models that have ever been Age … Of Aquarius And if you want to know what the world is it’s just one table
All the models that have ever been
I say that I say thank you again Motel the model and I say that all other models the world is dead All the models that have ever been
Age … Of Aquarius
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“Age of Aquarius”
“The Age of Aquarius”
Next line Us… You and me. … Ambrosia siamang mango go … Gone through this process … Which explains why not try You are just doing
Yes, but this is the matter
The one who does not
And they Realize I am … Battling lingas “Oh, sure”
Nada, nada, nada … “Just, just, just”
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All one thing. Uniform information To the light of the sundown.

Why NDTV is not available in my house!

There is a puddle of water outside my room. My father engineered it so that I have plenty of workout in the rainy season as my grandmother as well as siblings are crippled. I’m not complaining as it gives me time to daydream and write. My parents were government employee. They were right wing. I was in the standard twelfth on voting day when they whispered in my ears about having voted for BJP. I mumbled a cacophony of lies so that they didn’t know I voted for congress. I never voted but once. I was working as runaway priest in Vrindavan, Mathura in Gyaan Gudri Jagannath temple. I voted for Hema Malini because unless I did that the head of the temple would have been at loggerheads with me. The temple was in an area that was in the grip of a small warlord who had a nexus with the rebels that were causing havoc in the area.

I am not political. I have heard my grandfather was given a ticket to fight an election for state assembly. He declined the offer because he had no money. Gandhi wanted to walk on the middle path. Middle is neither left nor right. And it’s a razor’s edge because those in the left immediately have their ears up in the air they hear : Yoga or Karma. And rightist are searching your forehead for Tilak, your wrists for bands and your dress for saffron. Your attendance in temples also matters. The middle man is considered leftist by the rightist and a right wing by liberals. He is not a politician, not an artist, not even a man. And yet: he can’t take the first flight out of the pyramid. Euthanasia is not available. Is not near the end. End is not near. And in the middle-he’s not dying. Nigh high on your face. On your wrist on your ankles.

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.

Kiss your tires miss!

Kiss your tired eyes / Fruit is rotting in the fridge / You sleep in your socks Trust nobody / Money and power are changing hands / It’s getting more expensive to buy things
And it’s getting harder to get by Kiss your tired eyes / Fruit is rotting in the fridge / You sleep in your socks Trust nobody / Money and power are changing hands / It’s getting more expensive to buy things
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