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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: June 2011
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Wednesday, June 15, 2011. A frequency that refuses to match all others. What brings one to a stop. The Truth, The whole truth and nothing. What comes and goes, and leaves all others aside. Statements and reverie. What comes of it. Evolution to make it better. What comes of it is far worse than ever imagined. Clustered reactions that make no difference to. Further bruised if you think of it. Saying it walks- it ran. You and I seized to exist.
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imagine a blue world...: September 2011
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Imagine a blue world. Sometimes its a song. sometimes its a word. sometimes its a sometimes. Friday, September 30, 2011. The Clockmaker - a Very Old Obsolete Puppet Show. Clocks ticking rhythmically, clockmaker (CM) enters, begins working on the clock, hums a little tune. C1: I have a problem with my clock. CM: Let’s see your clock…yes, I see. Leave it with me for two days- I’ll have it ready by Friday. CM goes to his bedroom, lies down, clocks keep ticking(sound becomes louder). CM shakes his head.
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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: April 2011
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Friday, April 29, 2011. A reply to "those lines". Neither here nor there. Nor naive yet no fault. Neither pinned yet plagued. A possibility that will negate. The labyrinths of the mind- all alike. Neither factional nor separated. Blood and bone of an entity. Far away from reality. Neither here nor there. A journey throughout despair. Are you a mystery or just a mind game? Will you reveal or deceive? Neither friend nor foe. But what of hopes?
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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: May 2011
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Saturday, May 28, 2011. How longingness for happiness turns to fear. How one takes a look at the world from a window once where they dreamed of happiness. A rain washed afternoon turns into a shower of memories that evening. The sun peaked once. As longingness cries in a corner, lightening consoles memories. That home was ours. those moments are now frozen in time. As one looks back and a tear unknowingly makes it way. Roles begin to reverse.
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ink obsession: Chintu and Pintu.
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Pick a colour and a song. Wednesday, December 03, 2008. Chintu and Pintu were given to me by Anurina on my 18. They were named by Rupsha who does not miss any opportunity to establish the same. Everybody in my house was happy only. Over the course of the next few weeks, I happened to talk too much about them which often annoyed people. Several like Rupsha, who has no patience and is generally curt, rude and without compassion adopted a chant that revolved around the following:. They are going to die.
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ink obsession: August 2007
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Pick a colour and a song. Monday, August 06, 2007. So That I Do Not Forget. I thought I should post. It's been really long. It's just that I'm too lazy. I was going through everybody's. Blogs the other day. And it made me so happy. For the millionth time that I'll. Kill her if she ever deleted her blog. It has too many things on it. I'm glad blogger exists. I posted the last few things because i was scared ill forget them. Want to forget them. And there are many things that I haven't. When I get very sad.
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ink obsession: May 2006
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Pick a colour and a song. Wednesday, May 24, 2006. Things that i REALLY want to do but never will. 1 Take my pc and chuck it out of the window. 2 Stuff a balloon into one someone's mouth. 3 Kick into the washing machine which has gone cranky and is making beautiful drum noises these days. 4 Kill my cell phone. 5 Take the full coffee mug and smash it on the floor. 6 Jump off a high place but not die or get hurt. 7 Slap one person REALLY hard on the road. My pc was happy. But then SUDDENLY, my pc got posse...
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ink obsession: December 2008
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Pick a colour and a song. Wednesday, December 03, 2008. Chintu and Pintu were given to me by Anurina on my 18. They were named by Rupsha who does not miss any opportunity to establish the same. Everybody in my house was happy only. Over the course of the next few weeks, I happened to talk too much about them which often annoyed people. Several like Rupsha, who has no patience and is generally curt, rude and without compassion adopted a chant that revolved around the following:. They are going to die.
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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: A reply to "those lines"
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Friday, April 29, 2011. A reply to "those lines". Neither here nor there. Nor naive yet no fault. Neither pinned yet plagued. A possibility that will negate. The labyrinths of the mind- all alike. Neither factional nor separated. Blood and bone of an entity. Far away from reality. Neither here nor there. A journey throughout despair. Are you a mystery or just a mind game? Will you reveal or deceive? Neither friend nor foe. But what of hopes?
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ink obsession
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Pick a colour and a song. Saturday, February 14, 2009. And I have been watching films day long for the past few days, one after the other. I am directing action thrillers in my sleep and it's exhausting because nobody is doing anything right in my dream. And therefore, I am frantically darting across from one frame to another, trying to make it work. It is all in frames. Every single event is in a separate frame. My entire dream is thus, in frames so I also end up feeling pretty claustrophobic. They have...
