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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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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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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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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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To Be the Bee Be the Beetroot root for the Canal|||

The sun is shining brightly. There are no rainbows. The temperature is bearable and equanimity has been restored.

I keep returning to this point only to forget it in pursuit of something greater: something which is sure to provide freedom from death and aging.

Euthanasia has been on my mind for a long time but it does not cover the mainstream media and it remains the source of pain that I cannot do anything to bring it for the discussion. That is why I am writing this. And I hope you read this thread.

And stichting of another pastime pastiche with chestnuts, nutcases, casseroles, les trade, tradecraft, chas te chess on dining table ballroom parking lot.

Happens a long shot. If I am to continue my life here, I have to write a book and submit it to my publisher. I thought so last night wireless trolling or while strolling. What is the matter with the world. The publisher died all of a sudden. Those who are running for their lives can they really provide me with anything other than frustration of never being enough. Sweet side of suicide is that it is never on the rise. Good luck deciphering firing that. Sadness of life sadness of death, sadness of anything.

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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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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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Non Fiction!

1. Are these extraordinary times? I ask myself. I can support the positive or the negative responses to this question as easily as I want to. What do I want–is the next question I ask myself and how is it related to my needs is the third.

2. USA which mostly follows Christianity has 15 times more weapons than the country which is its biggest rival. Christianity, Jainism and Buddhism are based on the foundation of self sacrifice and tolerance. You don’t find religions having a upper hand in dictating human life. Ideally it should have been so but the coded law– religious or otherwise and its interpretation is not always in keeping with the logos.

3. Nepal has sealed its borders with India. Tensions between India and its neighbours are increasing. Where are the pacifists? What happened to Gandhi, Buddha, Mahavira and Christ?

4. I was reading “The Naval Treaty;” a story by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. He uses an expression for Sherlock Holmes: that his face used to look like a red Indian when he was meditating. I elaborated the point for my student. Sophistication. Why some tribes in the Andmaan island region of India haven’t allowed aliens inside their territory. Physiognomy. Etcetera.

5. There is no talk about Euthanasia. India and USA are two of the biggest democratic countries and they spend major portions of their annual budgets on national security. What happened to the dream of golden civilization shown to us by religions. They are gone after having tried to fulfill their dreams. I never thought I would see so many unforeseen events in the last two years: especially when I was waiting to leave the world.

6. The weather has been pleasant and it would be good to return to reading the constitution of India. My work in library is advancing at a snail”s pace. That double quote mark after the word snail should have been a single mark: this keypad inhibits me and slows me down.

7. I am sure: this is the best of my stations. I still don’t know how to leave this body. I am content. I am responsible for the decisions I took.

8. Sun is in the sign Gemini. Rahu still holds the office as Jaiminee Atmakaraka. Venus has regained its directional movement in the sign of Taurus.

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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!

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Rest in Peace!

What did you learn from the last shrew?

That there will be another.

And another and another ad infinitum.

Why not add nauseum to linnolium she asked umpteen umpires on pyres resplendent dentists fragrant flowers and plants.

We learn from experience. Thanks for the mannah.

Dear Hannah,

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Dear Sybil:
Rest in peace, sweetheart.

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The Tales of the Jogging!

I could try. Would you mind doing a short one shot? The village was called Izta. Iguana chuckwalla calabash bash. The word “chuckwalla” was the only bit of English the inhabitants knew. Newsfeed education ionic. Onions deuce seduces. Have you read the short story “The Tales of Hoffman” yet?

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I am the force!

And I will be beaten by the way I will be beaten by the way
The way
I will be beaten
And I will be beaten And all the times … Mesothelioma Omaha Nebraska Abraham cadet deterrant rants raves about the new things. In the spring I did not see the sparrows because I did not want to see them, because they meant the summer.

You are hereby advised that you are doing well and you should continue to work with me, he said. I am pleased to hear that and I continue to improve and I trust that you will continue to improve me as well. I am sure that the fruits of our neighbours are not going to display the fruits of our labours. I have noticed that you are frequently under the orders of my underling, said the Emperor, whose friend was not a man of wisdom. How random! Chaos space apace orders catapult pulled out of town. I will not give up my orders to even the smallest of the underlings, she said.

How offensive the night could have been? He was assuming things for long. Weighing hinges. Gestate state of affairs. Aura basilisk ellipsis sisal salubrious salut . Lilliputian. I am the force. I am the Linga. Atheling. Ningbo. Metheglin isinglass retinitis cretin it is. The Golden Age of jolly jingling psalm-singing. Ginseng gingerly surly curlicues say gway wayward ardvark varsity fulgurant asynapsis. I am the force.

He kept talking to the walls in his head. All day long. All night long.