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Runaway Train===>: April 2007
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Friday, April 20, 2007. I see things, all that no other can,. I see the truth, the untold facts of human life,. I see sorrow, accompanied by pain and death,. I see the answer, simplicity that eludes the rest. Man's own doing, loss of sense and control,. The iron grip of impulses, the work of the devil,. Arrogant egos to innocent souls, all powerless,. All confused and impotent, swept away to nothingness. A worthy suggestion, the Priest with the Riddled Face,. Balance he says, at first I ponder and reason,.
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Runaway Train===>: January 2007
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Thursday, January 11, 2007. A man's thirst quenched, his sorrows drowned,. Little else matters, when the heavens tremble,. And the fire of Satan, from the depths it rises,. As down the throat, every last drop falls. Common interest, maybe shared ground,. Clear blue as the sky, or maybe white,. Immaterial, incomprehensible after a while,. All the eyes see is haze, all the heart feels is joy. A power, a privilege just like any other,. Too little useless, too much shall destroy,. Monday, January 01, 2007.
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Runaway Train===>: December 2007
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Saturday, December 22, 2007. Too Stubborn To Die. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust they say,. A blinding light, and a misty haze,. I see only, the darkness of that night,. I breathe only, that poignant air of fate. The will of a man, his greatest ally and friend,. Joy's prerequisite, an essential for success,. Several have come, boasted this virtue as their own,. But crumbled to insignificance, at the greatest test. Not a mere power, to stop one's blasphemy,. Not a trivial skill, to show off to the world,.
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Runaway Train===>: May 2008
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Thursday, May 29, 2008. Where Jesse Met Celine. The early mornings in this land are unlike the ones back home. At the height of summer, a midnight shower has condemned the temperature to a lowly 10 degrees. The strong breeze necessitates the use of a windcheater, as I make my way down the lobby of the inn. A quick swipe at some of the goodies at the breakfast buffét, and I am all set to go. It is civil engineering raised to dizzy heights that people from our part of the world can only imagine.
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Runaway Train===>: March 2007
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Saturday, March 10, 2007. In my head this voice I hear, in fear and sorrow,. In agony and ecstasy, the good times and the bad,. At times soothes, and reassures even and at others,. Shakes and shatters, a wave of fury like no other. The master, the art of bringing others' stories to life,. Of Inevitabilities and Certainty, Of Tragic Suicides,. Betrayal and Solitude and A Plea for Mercy, and above all,. The tale Of an Ailing Love, dying but refusing to let go. The unmatched master, of heart wrenching tales,.
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Runaway Train===>: June 2008
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Wednesday, June 11, 2008. You cannot mix orange, white, black and yellow together in the same composition, you brute.you just cannot! Into the orange, and applied it to the eyes. It was now complete.Kevin would love it when he woke. Posted by um brood at 12:07 AM. New Delhi, Delhi, India. View my complete profile. The Things I Want. The Question - Part II. The Question - Part I. The Promises Of The West. Where Jesse Met Celine.
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Runaway Train===>: January 2008
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Saturday, January 19, 2008. I remember most of it.the remaining parts continue to be hazy. Someone once told me that dreams are an extrapolation of our subconscious desires. They are a muddled mixture, consisting of the way we wish things around us to be, with a seasoning of what the individual would consider. Nothing is ever meant to stay the same. Be stuck in a godforsaken cyclical sequence? It is against its very essence.A lesson on dynamism and change, caught in a static, never ending loop. I...
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Runaway Train===>: April 2008
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Tuesday, April 08, 2008. The belief of men, or more so a conviction,. Desperate pleas for mercy, the tears and sobs,. Our choices and actions, the wrongs and sins,. By the holy river that is Faith, washed far far away. Can we truly erase- blot out, is the question raised,. Catch up with us it will, the gaping genius hole of the past,. Common prayers for mercy, dogmas rituals and ablutions,. For the ones remorseless, a few moments with no meaning. Past lives forfeited, to new life and beginnings,. Of the ...
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Runaway Train===>: October 2009
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Thursday, October 29, 2009. I don’t really believe in comebacks, or resurrections. I shall make no attempt to make this same like one. And yet on this arduous and painful road journey, I find myself, once again, connecting with something which, not more than a year and a half ago was supposedly one of my greatest passions. Why have you stopped writing? And all sorts of other unanswerable questions. Posted by um brood at 5:55 PM. New Delhi, Delhi, India. View my complete profile. The Things I Want.
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Runaway Train===>: November 2009
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Friday, November 20, 2009. The Promises Of The West. The wise man had once said, Son, there are no such things as happy endings. Perhaps he was senile - old and wrinkled, his best years behind him, bitter, cynical, seeing nothing but desolation and despair all around. There is the small, miniscule possibility that perhaps, he was not. Is this how things were destined to end? Was everything going to be just as it had been prior to the White Room. Surely not. Posted by um brood at 5:00 PM. The Things I Want.
