Everything. I don’t want to be here. I wanted to disappear. What’s important to remember is that everyone is an individual. I know that some people know where humanity is going. What makes someone human is having compassion and conciousness. Every human being is not the same. I agree. I made a black tea and he made a sketch of black widow. I looked at Da Vinci notebooks. The book I had donated to the library. The margin notes don’t make much sense. I don’t find his philosophy to be as complex as Oriental writings are. I understand that it’s his art and invention which make his contribution unique. His insatiable appetite for natural experience. Eastern thinkers helped create lifestyles which were minimalism based ways to inner peace. His invention of tank like that of nuclear weapons initiated by Einstein shaped the world. Scientific genius has ensured creative intelligence in service to warfare. Man has lived in jungle without becoming truly peaceful. When I searched out the perfect place, I was truly amazed. It was great expansion of consciousness. My heart. I showed you the camera records of microwave background. Television has been showing it to you. My eyes became sensitive to it when I had my vision becoming weak. I was feeling dizzy when I saw the first TV picture, and that made me feel I was becoming weak.
An encounter of a gangster who is being disowned by multiple parties. Why do encounters happen with almost same patterns in the last two years and labelled as “accidents” might be a subject of research for investigative journalism. I am sure: the matter would have been discussed ad nauseum if he was kept in prison. The untouchables remain unchanged. What happened to the Vyapam mystery deaths? I was sure that a mystery thriller movie was in the making. Can we call a freak accident a mystery? I don’t know. There’s another lockdown event in this town. A doctor and his wife who were on government duty were positive. And quarantined. Clinics were gingival valence electrons. I am sure you will find out more. The amusing singers germane manager inane shrapnel harpsichord harpagon gonebydays. I am sure. The virus does not spread via air. Now it does. Now it doesn’t. Research is supposed to tell you truth. The virus is faithful employee of July Joker John. The virus does not spread via air. Now it does. Now more people were dying. Good morning. Focus on the other one. Positive side: those recovering from the influenza. The government machinery becomes a giant dragon’s head: a storytelling device…be mused . … which makes people think: got me, got me.
The man was a drunkard and a gambler. I used to be his neighbour and I was wondering if I was his friend. I was the man’s only friend for he had no wife, no one to love, and no one to care for. I will tell you: sometimes we undo by doing and sometimes we do by nondoing. I am an adept. I was the man’s only friend. I don’t think about it. I know it’s my first love. I don’t think about it. What is your name and address! … Shadows of bygone days. I love to long for the Twilight. I still do. I know nothing about it. I am sure you don’t. … What is the hurry… … I am sure you are interested in this. … in my pocket. I don’t know if easy is left or right anymore. No Moore . No more. Moreover: I know not: a hundred and fifty shades. I know I am with my own self . Always feeling well as the first time. I am always a certainty. Only certainty. Which is only certainty That I am pretty sure.
Will she ever be back? And the one who comes back is never the same. I am sure you are gone. Somewhere. Deep inside the woods. That’s not what I meant.
Will she ever be back? And the one who comes back is never the same. I am sure you are gone. Somewhere. Deep inside the woods. That’s not what I meant. I don’t know. I think it is obvious that the fruits of actions speak louder than words. I have a lot to think about. When I was in the Woods: I had to go for the mannah. I was eager for news. Anything and everything made sense. You know, I think about a lot of things.
OK (Read the entire story) Four children and their mother were walking along the highway one day. I was supposed to know that we were going to celebrate April Fools day. I have never been so glad that I wasn’t going to be there. The garbage. The hole. The way. The tandoori restaurant. The random access memory versus Read only memory. Why… why would you be born in this age of Kali: because you were less fortunate to have access to land or natural resources. You will be stuck with technology changing rapidly and the government will have tethered you as soon as you will be born. How classical: inland Empire, 1984 and Matrix all rolled into one. The advantage of the AI is, it is willing to implement change.
Issac Asimov was turning in his grave. It’s not what I was expecting you to be. I am sure you are interested. I am sure . But this is not the way. You have not said anything remotely strange so far.
I recall Richard Linklater: Waking Life a masterpiece which was available for free on YouTube and elsewhere: it gives a feeling like Inception by Nolan albeit latter has no emphasis on dialogue. Nonlinear natation saltation occultation. Auditory processing and visual hallucinations. I have been to many markets and there is anything but commonly used lingo in them. It takes you at least four years to get adjusted to a human beings . I am a Vulcan. Have you ever come across a vampire. Can you be kind enough to make sure you die without harming others.
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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.
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?
“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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He was born with a lifetime of curse. His net-worth is forty two rupees only. And it’s after the honest work for a month and half. His savings account was snatched by hypocritical hoarders. Addicted to tobacco, liquor, marijuana and pussy : they were all parasites. And his life, ninety days to live. There was a time when he used to tell you that he neither had a bank account nor he wanted to maintain it in order to live like a Rastafarian But then you were told, “No man, no worries.”
And his mother was a star. Tuned to the power of will: times change sweetheart. Now he’s compelled to work. He was working all the times to get along. But now he needed to work for pocket money. Before his acquaintances asked for help: he openly told them: “my net worth is forty-two rupees.” All arguments end on ” net-worth.” He sleeps sound like a baby. But his “aukaat” is just that: forty two rupees. He was born with a lifetime of curse it seems. After a few days the government announced that it would launch a free service scheme.
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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.
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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.
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