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Threading Ceremony!

1.There’s a dead bird. It rained in night. I would be lying on a bed of lies if I said that weather hasn’t been pleasant in the entire month of August. A month of nice weather is something remarkable. I feel wonderful : you can read, write or go for picnic if you can afford. I hope that we could have some repeat of it soon.

2. The man on the tea stall was injured and it seemed it was not polite to ask as he was wearing bandages and had many bruises. I hesitated before asking. I asked once the tea was served: he told that his bike’s chain slipped yesterday near the three way. The dragonflies are in the air. I hear people talk about something which is indistinct. I can hear the sound of the sea waves.

3. The goons were back and the talk you heard was not a coincidence. It was orchestrated by cowards for obvious reasons. The subtle build up of something they never understood. Why do they need these? Because they had nothing better. To make up for the years they failed to save.

4. The hole was full of them. They had no other business but to follow the command of their owners. Their purpose was to make you cry.

5. The question was not to take the vehicle through. The question was to feel free. There was a great deal of ruckus. It’s the same sign. The old man had many grudges. Gestation period was over. The people thought they were doing a good thing. I saw that there was a hubbub bubblegum Mugwumps thumbs-up handpumps umpteen umpires pyres resplendent dentists fragrant ranting about tingling lingas mingling jingling blingbotsslingshotspotsupshots. To be a man in those days was to fight for your country.

6. There’s a strange idea about making exaggerated claims. What people can’t control : they are scared of. Whatever scares you is the scarecrow rowboats oats sloat shalom anulom vilom anunaki Milwaukee milquetoast roast chicken kenophobia hobnobita tabanid horsemaybluecolddragonflyovertureundertoned. The Scarecrow had no arms, legs, or head, and what was left of him was lying in the straw.

7. As said before: you needed nothing special to be done to create a certain unease. Just be where you are. They want you to take sides. If you don’t then you are a strange case. They would accuse you of all things you never even considered. This is what witch trials were about. You may say there is certain devilry in the way they execute the so called “persecution syndrome.” But it’s at worst an attestation of the fact that you did something right. The garbage and the hole is full to the brim with such people who are scared for their lives. They are not aware of themselves and walk like zombies. I see them but can’t do much about them. At least I never showed them any flattery or pity.

8. There is a clear example of lineage being a hurdle rather than a support. Darker memes come back to cling even when you’re sober and aware that they’re completely ignorant. Contradictions are the fuel of the human mind. 9. Why can’t they directly tell you about their dislikes: because they are flickering, like their minds, in the wind of time: there are multiple layers of law. How many minutes of your time do they take before you return back to the dancing light. No matter how many it’s all going to end, for them, for you, for everyone because there are no eternal shows. They believe that they can leave their bodies. 10. The crow sings on electric wire. It sings a strange song. Kabbalists are not at rest. Why does it take so much effort to stay still? I really don’t understand. Fake news. They are too active and you wanted to tell them that their customs are good only for them whereas you are doing well. The Kabbalists took away the old world with their tradition.

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As it should!

1. A man on a bike in an underwear and a vest was singing something and smiled at me as he passed by. He was in a jolly good mood. He might be the happiest man I have seen in a long time. He didn’t belong to the hungry ghost realm. I started walking with an umbrella today as there was thunderbolt lightening in the South East. It was drizzling on the way and the umbrella came in handy. I took some pictures and met an old acquaintance who was taking tea on the same tea stall. I kept walking until I observed a kingfisher posing for a picture. I took a couple of shots before it flew away looking for its food. A dog was growling at a calf. I kept walking through the many hungry ghost realms. It was more difficult for me to get food on this day.

2. Onycophagist gist logistic sticks. The next day after eating some food, I took a bus and headed to the shopping street.

3. I was sitting silently and a nightingale started to sing a song. Some buffaloes were making a sound which was suppressing the song of melodious sphere of flutes. There were people inside the bus and they were thinking that it was very uncomfortable and they complained.

4. I had experience in traveling. I took the corner seat and kept looking outside. Sidereal zodiac actual snarling lingastronomical calculus. Since I was sitting on the corner seat, I could enjoy the scenery of the street.

5. I saw your face. It was pure love, beauty and joy. The time stopped and I drank the nectar of immortality. Honey dripping from your divine dance satiates my soul, my love. The carriage turned off the main street and I saw the scene behind the window.

6. A white brown doggie who was all wrapped in the mud had come to sit besides me by now. It has rained and trees, plants, animals and streets look fresh and full of energy. Raindrops have left their marks on the window glass, while the fluttering of the wind has left a feeling of total serenity.

7. There are water puddles and fishes. Some people are fishing. I smell some rotten things. Ten in number: I pen them down. Down the rabbit hole the toppled truck is still lying on the way. The Chihuahua and I leave the window and return to the kitchen.

8. I cook some tales. She has grown some tails of her own which ail every now and then though I keep trimming them down under anesthesia. She likes the tales late night her plight is on a flight to Honolulu publications have been catering ions on and on onions ring with caterwaul sounds. There is a presence of her own with which she is rather pleased.

9. There were four of us. Then there were none in nuntucket. I was preparing the bucket list for finales when it happened. A tractor passed slowly with some sand, then another, then another big Hyundai transport vehicle. She was coming with grass on her head, walking cautiously lest vehicles sprinkle the mud on street or she slips. My lips were not sealed anymore as solipsism had come to my rescue. Resplendent dental tally lyrical calculus lustrous omnibus. Another tohu verse in the making. A car passed, and the bucket list.

10. Well, the list dropped. Out of the bucket. And I closed my fist. Like a chemist. Mist was thick so I curled my wrist and took a twist along the long way. A long fellow had met Longfellow similarly. The demons were dancing in the discotheque. My paycheque was due. Verdue verdant ant slant. On the way home, the girl stopped at the bank, withdrawing enough money to pay her rent and buy food. 11. The scenery painted by you just before the rain was most breathtaking scene. The mystery. I kept walking through the fog seeing lines of trees and distant thick dark black clouds just before it started to drizzle. There were no vehicles in sight. No cameras can capture it. Once in a while a car would pass by.

11. The first story of the day finished by eight of clock and it was a sign. I was enjoying the jolly good weather and the soft breeze on my skin. Kith and kin were through thick and thin far away wayfarers. I turned myself to news. 19 kittens died in 21 days in Thane, Maharashtra. Gray slaty birds were singing in the ears of Ramalila Paradesi when he was composing his final 100 verses before his disappearance. Now the cat news is some news. I wonder if they would file it under Corona. As a matter of fact I had discussed with people about no animal casualties from so called virus. Isn’t it logical that animals living as pets should also have died? But Corona would follow no rules. I am worried if a time might come when there will be penalty on talking about Corona. A day might come when you can’t use Corona even in your fictional accounts.

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