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The Decayed Canine: Fiction
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Welcome to my universe, this is where I hang out. Sunday, March 08, 2015. The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means." Oscar Wilde (The Importance of Being Earnest, 1895). Posted by The Decayed Canine. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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The Decayed Canine: Vincerò!
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Welcome to my universe, this is where I hang out. Thursday, January 01, 2015. Dilegua, o notte! Giacomo Puccini (Tudandot, 1926). Posted by The Decayed Canine. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Wasnt Doing A Thing.
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Honestly Speaking...: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars
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Sunday, March 22, 2015. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars. I have been wishing to go star gazing for a while now. Somewhere I can see the black sky dotted with glittering stars.not unlike those shiny dupattas you get, only much finer, much grander. And I finally got a perfect location for it, 34000 ft. up into the sky. And what I saw took my breath away; the massive A380 wing stretching impossibly far into the void against the background of the sky of my dreams. I felt a surge affection and lon...
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Vagrant Ruminations: June 2009
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Itineraries of a vagabond mind. Friday, June 12, 2009. A Tribute to my Forgotten Past. Although that place had been yearning for my attention since almost fifteen years, I can’t fathom how this blighted brain of mine drove me in there today. Fifteen years is too long a period, and it can make you forget everything you left behind. However, some things just can’t be forgotten, rather, they aren’t supposed to be. Ah! Unlike any other Thursday evening, I felt an irrepressible urge, that day, to feel. Lay un...
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The Decayed Canine: Unannounced
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Welcome to my universe, this is where I hang out. Friday, December 26, 2014. I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.” -Khaled Hosseini (The Kite Runner, 2003). Posted by The Decayed Canine. Someone finally sounds happy. 9:27 PM, December 26, 2014. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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The Decayed Canine: March 2015
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Welcome to my universe, this is where I hang out. Sunday, March 08, 2015. The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means." Oscar Wilde (The Importance of Being Earnest, 1895). Posted by The Decayed Canine. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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The Decayed Canine: February 2014
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Welcome to my universe, this is where I hang out. Thursday, February 06, 2014. But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,. Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,. Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears." Khalil Gibran (The Prophet, 1923). Posted by The Decayed Canine. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Vagrant Ruminations: March 2015
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Itineraries of a vagabond mind. Sunday, March 29, 2015. The Moment of Reckoning. You await the time when the chrysanthemums bloom,. When tendrils shoot off lentils buried deep in the sand,. What holds you back in your cocoon of self deprecation? The moment of reckoning will soon come to pass. Can you not see the tetrahedrons meshed around you? How the illusion of space and time smothers you! It bores its fingerprints on your neck which you cannot erase,. The moment of reckoning will soon come to pass.