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Sacrifice

1. Chutki is used for jokeful remark in Hindi but for me it means peppermint mixture made and packaged in Delhi crows are singing ginseng songs. Gingerly gingerly I say unto thee: a bike slowed down. They had a man in the middle who laughed devilishly as it looked at me. The idea was either to heal me or to get their guy healed. Clearly I didn’t go to them so they might think I am a shaman as I exhibit consistency in certain routines. I don’t want to get into a discussion about the nature of the relationship between the two subjects, but it is evident that I have a lot of work to do.

2. The vice president of the village was waiting for me to salute him. It’s evident in the manner the event of theft was brought into my attention. Something else was made into something else. There never was any Corona. Now it’s absolutely clear that it’s a hoax to control populace when you’re on verge of 5G and revelation that AI is synonymous with Godhead. Now Wachowski brothers will be worshipped instead of Christ as they had foretold what twenty first century was going to be like. I haven’t seen any death by Corona in my neighborhood. None in my family or relatives. It’s not that I want to see them all dead because it’s not a Buddhist game where you’re supposed to be alone in the centre of empty universe which you repopulate. I can escape and it’s enough. I’ve got some money for myself.

3. The mysterious aspect of godhead vested in the government uses media and police both as limbs. The more you know more you’re worth. That sacrifice is a must: is an open secret but it’s not the manner in which it’s done. Why animal sacrifices result in rains? I almost always smell dead animals when it’s raining. The ancient gods are fond of sacrifices. Did Buddha fail here in India? He enlightened you to learn that sacrifice means interdependence of all phenomenon. Coexistence means leaving your place when it’s time for others to take it. But attachment to something prevents you from seeing the flux. Hence the corruption. Space is infinite. Time is infinite. There is no death and yet there’s is this game by the matrix : to scare people of death and aging and disease. I am out of here! The matrix is a process of “we are”.

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The Voice!

Beaten tracks,

Stuffed racks,

Decks,

Tracks of vehicles,

Which have passed before,

I hear the name of the tractor driver,

Who looks like,

A tea maker,

How many coincidences,

It takes to call it a rigged game,

Lame duck,

Dame pluck,

No luck,

How many deaths to dream,

The realms of the dead,

Dragonflies and electric polls.

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Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust!

1. A pig was lying on the highway. A dead pig. This was a sign that a band of robbers was in the neighborhood.

2. A bunch of dogs was sitting besides it, ready to feast. They all had their tongues out. One of them had black marks around eyes as if it was wearing a mask. Only thing which stopped them from the feast was the morning walkers and joggers. It was the morning walkers who were the most wary.

3. The joggers woke up early but some of them were young and lacked discipline. Instead of running or walking, they were shouting and talking : taking the pristine silence away from the dawn. The very sight of the bold thieves took their breath away.

4. The Sun was shining brightly as it was fed up of playing hide and seek. I saw an unmounted electric poll and some new polls. It seemed the fog of the dewy morning had given way to those four birds on the electric wire. The iridescent scent. Birds play with words. Irenic descent of cenotaphs. The dream of chaos was in full swing, wings of desire sire their progenies thusly: As for the other feathers, they fly high, but never fly too high.

5. Wait for the mails from heaven oh wise one! Listen, oh wise one! The dark green leaves scattered on the ground.

6. The first calamity is to be born in the realm of death: discover real “me.” Next, to be a crystal: bring it to the place you wish to reside.

7. Time capsules: globules. The second calamity is to have relatives : to be dependent or to have others dependent on you. The third calamity is to be ignorant: to be devoid of learning or wisdom.

9. The fourth calamity is to marry. And the fifth is to produce progenies : thus ensuring the cycles of birth and death, pleasure and pain. The sixth calamity is to have possessions.

10. The seventh calamity is to think that pursuit of unsullied reputation can yield one happiness. For pursuit of reputation cannot bring contentment, since one’s reputation changes with time.

11. The eighth calamity is to be not able to find the thread of the space-time. To think that space-time are not plastic. That time is an absolute ruler. It’s the worst of all calamities for all living . And the ninth calamity is to be prevented by all means, from being able to perceive the beauty of existence.

12. The existence is being. It’s an unaltered truth. The beauty is bliss. It’s peace. Temporal beauty is merely a projection of it. The temporal beauty is a beauty that is subject to change.

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Multitasking

1. Multitasking doesn’t create tension for a computer or AI because it has no ego limitations. It doesn’t want anything more than others.

Sometimes I wonder if nature’s way of getting things done is to through various ego structures. For example…Evolution of lifetimes of human beings is nothing but nature’s work in progress through various agents. Since it’s playing with itself it’s multitasking through various organisms and other non living particles. In case of individuals: multitasking can be mastered with practice with dedicated attention in separate slots. As a general rule you never pay total attention to anything; that’s part of mindfulness: to bring maximal energy to present task. But the heart, kidney, liver, brain and other organs keep working in synchronization: so it’s only an ego identity which finds it difficult to multitasking.

Usually if you can juggle between many tasks within a short amount of time: you are considered smart and multitasking is part of being smart. In the computer and AI worlds they usually don’t multitask because they are never concerned with any ego limitation.

2. A nursery in a small corner is named ” The Great Nursery” It is such a large place that it can serve the children of the whole country. 3. Sometimes I make sense and some others : I don’t. Like life. For a long part of this journey, I have wondered when it was all going to end. I still do, at least once everyday, but I understand clearly: wanting it to end isn’t enough: I need to walk. A step at a time is all that’s needed unless I am walking in circles and then end will be reached. The end is always a little further than one expects. Because: imagination distorts. Sometimes solutions to problems are easier than you think. The knowledge of what is possible. Is wisdom. It has been so often said that we understand more than we think, and this is true.

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Dragonfly Zigsaw!

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2. We finished reading Anton Chekhov’s “The Beggar.” The story might have been written more than a century ago but it still has great appeal to humane emotions.

3. The big reveal was the positive transformation caused by the cook Olga who had a great character. Towards the climax, the positive changes were coming but the causes were revealed to be more than immediate mercy of Sergei. It’s a masterpiece.

4. Buffaloes. The milk of cows is more nutritious than that of buffaloes but the latter is costlier than the former. However, ghee of cow is much more costlier than that of buffalo’s.

5. I wonder sometimes: why do I see so few stories written about bloggers and gamers? I think it’s quite evident that akin to the inspiration for stories, the settings for them don’t take current routine lives into account as much as some visual medias do. I think there’s a reason for regressive inspiration mode in case of desktop/Android/iPhone publishers.

6. About 8 dogs entered into the Shiva temple. There were 11 crows on an electric wire, opposite to which there was a graffiti with cartoon characters. I am sure: it takes a month or two to walk on these highways to be able to convince yourself: it’s not a crime. It’s also not a crime to take pictures and talk to strangers. But some customs are strange especially when people are merely waiting for an excuse to die. A man in a black shirt was delirious and escorted on a bike by another. Perhaps he was ill. Which dendrites rites of passage sage way wayward warden telon melon loaned denim minions selling onion lingas. I watched “only the animals,” a French movie for an hour before I was so bored with it that I had to stop. Real life events seem more interesting than movies these days. I can’t recall a movie which was interesting in last few months. Which was the last movie that impressed me? I am unable to recall.

7. Dragon’s tail is in the glass. Ouroboros is in the class. Act is ectomorphic. Hicks. Hanged man Uranus. Regulus. Sun is playing hide and seek with clouds. A toddler laughs as its siblings frolic with a white furry pup. Body of a dragonfly is dragged along the cement road by wind and the patches on it look like pieces on a jigsaw puzzle. Zigzag ziggurat ratbaggery philomel rye eerie Apothecary carry on carrion caryatid odalisque seraglio lionized zed eyes winged Angel gell well.

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Twilight

There was thunderstorm. Science of ambulances and police vans all around the city. Yes we were sitting in the open field enjoying the scenery around us chatting he brought into my attention rainbow: half of it. It was after 4 months that I observe the rainbow. There was some drizzling preceding it. The rainbow was coming from the west side of the clouds. They called it the horse of the Madan! My learning curve has been like mountaineering on Himalayas. I told them that Vedas talked about Indra ra and his Thunder along with the bow. The infinity which had kept me going despite having realised utility of all such searches and excursions. God had given me a double vision of things and my knowledge was same as his. Madwoman was laughing with all her teeth out and I saw her on the corner as I was taking left when she was talking hysterically. I had seen the mad man and the new Triangle he had chosen for his theatrical stunt. Another priest was behaving like a Graffiti kitchen. I wasn’t successful in the experiments. And yet what option did I have other than to continue working on them. Lemma lemmings dynasty stylish tycoon on and on onions typhoon snorkeling Linga gastric trics algebris Mukabala balanced Lama Mala Ambala Amla computer Lambda molybdenum number 22 Tuesday Howrah Daliya yaar mulke. What was left for me to learn and yet to learn all that I have learnt.

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Story

There was a boy. The boy was found of Open Spaces for this seemed magical. He lived in a crowded area where no Open Spaces were available at all. Therefore he used to walk to distant destinations just to watch Open Spaces and nature around him. But every time he tried exploring a direction he had to answer a few questions. The bears monkey dog and Hippopotamus they were all around him therefore he had to be cautious while crossing the borders. One day the boy left early in the morning to find film solace in the Woods. He was feeling wonderful because of the work man had done on the goods but he kept thinking what if it had been the nature the role nature played in his life was tremendous. But to recognise the change and to recognise the effect it had on him he needed human society. Had it Bin eaters and like existence he wouldn’t have known the importance of anything good or bad and the Open Spaces were beautiful only because of cloistered spaces. He appreciated everything he had available for free in his early childhood but now there was no way to go back and he had to live with the present situation in which it was getting exceedingly costly to spend a very little time In Open Spaces. He walked on and reached a place where he noticed the trees were getting thin. And flop of cattles and goats are grazing in the open field while equals soothing Bridge was blowing. His legs were tired because of walking for many hours. He said on a hi place watching the sky when a truck passed by him. He was not sure of it till he reached that he was to catch a glimpse of that image. He to karne app engine drink some water from a nearby stream. When he came to his senses realised that he had entered into a different realm and all the houses were gone. Now he was in an open country with no footpaths or buildings. He did not feel that he was missing anything as he was able to live on the tree leaves and sunlight and open fresh air was enough to sustain him. The lives of people and many setbacks with backbiting lying people had set him on this course which was to be his final destination. He was to be taken away by the same people who had brought him here. Nobody had brought him here it was very own self which had been guiding him all through his life to this Final Destination where he felt at peace and at easy. He was free to do as he wanted and live the life he wanted.

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Need to find out!

You decide
That you’re leaving
You’re not gonna sit here and cry about it
I will be there for a while …
But I’ll be alone for a while
I’m not getting to say goodbye …
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Don’t stop the music, let it flow…
Bongo flava song…lava volcano vaporizer pen… testa

Desire is the cause of anger. When you are interested in this or that: if you are obstructed by something: you get energy to be violent. You forget the way. You madly attack anything in your way.

I am sure. I understand that miserable and blind people who are sleeping do consider me as they please. I am an Alchemist. I am alpha and Omega.

I am sure. I have no memory of this project. I wonder why we have so many people here. All sleeping.

Odeum podium sodium chloride solution for your attention. Playback stopped because this journey is going to be the best medicine for boredom. I am sure you are interested in this one.
To swim in the shadow of death,
I cannot stop thinking of you,
I am not there yet… I am not there yet …. what is the meaning of the most important thing…
When you cried out, “You are the one.”
I didn’t understand what you meant…
I am sure you are not the same… I am sure… what is the meaning of life… I am sure you are not going to be the first one…
It is a year since I saw you last
I am sure you are not the same
I am sure you are doing well. Thumbnail number of events everyday life is to be.
A star. A star with a fiery heart… a star…
That’s what I am… I am the one…
I am sure you are interested. I am sure!
Need to find out,
Need to find out,

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What is the meaning of word?

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You’re a runaway love
You’re a runaway love
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Undone
One time you were a little girl
What is the meaning of words?
You’re a runaway love
You’re a runaway love
It’s the only thing that comes to mind. A thread well read, a path you tread…on treadmill treasure treacherous treacle clean…
If you’re not interested in the motion, and just wanna stop,
Just say the word, say the word
What is the meaning of the word for it is absurd standard
Of words
What is the meaning of words
I am sure you are interested… what is the meaning of words… his life is absurd… cube… square … tube…
You’re a runaway love
You’re a runaway love
What is the meaning of the pyramid it’s midriff riffraff far-off offerings ensures you know that we have a good thing for you.
You’re a runaway love
You’re a runaway love
I am sure you are interested
The sound of a handmaiden
Hanging a hundred feet above you
I see you in advance for your time
Just say the word, say the word
What is the meaning…

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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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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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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.