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The Furnace -Calling all lost souls: January 2009
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Wednesday, January 28, 2009. This one's real deep. I love lists. There's something so crisp, airy and endearingly pompous about them. Every time I attempt to cram my prancing, meandering thoughts into the segregated straight-jackets of points, I feel a sense of purpose. Like I've joined the army or something. I'm sorry, am I coming off as surreptitiously sarcastic? Making lists can almost be like decorating your room or garnishing a salad. So many ways to organise them! In a way, my dears, it is. Incredi...
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The Long Winter: February 2011
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Today, a young man on acid realised that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. here's Tom with the weather." - Bill Hicks. Tuesday, February 22, 2011. For I swim in your sea. Oceans wrap their loving waves around me. Skies smile down sunshine. Your chains tattooed on my leg. Pulled down to heaven. That you are shallow.
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The Long Winter
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Today, a young man on acid realised that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. here's Tom with the weather." - Bill Hicks. Monday, September 29, 2014. I could die in your coil. I would finally feel. You hide me so well. You drown my demons in drink. I love you before I know what love is. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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The Long Winter: August 2014
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Today, a young man on acid realised that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. here's Tom with the weather." - Bill Hicks. Friday, August 29, 2014. I long for that feeling, to not feel at all. Thursday, August 07, 2014. The machine is dying. The machine is on fire. Hurtling in no direction. Metal bled, create the past.
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The Long Winter: November 2013
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Today, a young man on acid realised that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. here's Tom with the weather." - Bill Hicks. Thursday, November 28, 2013. In the span of a long wink. What's to happen tomorrow? What led me here? I can't have imagined any of this. Am I imagining this? How am I to finish this chapter? Wednesday,...
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Letters Of Insanity: January 2006
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THE SOUL selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing At her low gate; Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling Upon her mat. I ’ve known her from an ample nation Choose one; Then close the valves of her attention Like stone. Emily Dickinson. Monday, January 30, 2006. I was out completely. all i was thinking of was my pillow, soft blanket n bed at home. But den.i swept the floor cmprising of 20 ft Long! Posted by Sarah at 01:22.
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Letters Of Insanity: July 2006
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THE SOUL selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing At her low gate; Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling Upon her mat. I ’ve known her from an ample nation Choose one; Then close the valves of her attention Like stone. Emily Dickinson. Friday, July 28, 2006. I was working at Mall of the Emirates from the 15-25th July (10days) .The project was called Disney Magic where we had. 1) Stage performances,. The other incident, Amanda...
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EVALET: unexplicable.
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Opinions Destinations Ideas Observations. Monday, January 11, 2010. High above, back to the ground. A pin to a lime. I see my self, calm and composed. No scare or rush. It's clear as snow. I look at the buildings go round. I look at the lights go round. I look at the people go round. I look at me go round. I see the eyes through which I see. I read the mind through which I read. I see the joy for which I smile. I see the life for which I live. In between, is where I am. I don't know how.
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Beneath the Abyss: Niki's wild SouthIndianHell Experience xD
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Friday, July 3, 2009. Niki's wild SouthIndianHell Experience xD. So we have Niki. Smart, pretty, wild and absolutely crazy. And then, we have Chennai. No offence to the place, but somehow our little birdie just doesn't fit there! For example: Niki likes dressing up. And dressing up good at that. No si. People are just SO excited abt silk. EVER go into extinction. So she's waiting to come to Dubai for the food as well. Yeah, the. Freak I see another idli. And i will break thru a tree. Is it hot there?
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Letters Of Insanity: May 2006
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THE SOUL selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing At her low gate; Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling Upon her mat. I ’ve known her from an ample nation Choose one; Then close the valves of her attention Like stone. Emily Dickinson. Monday, May 29, 2006. What A Wonderful Way To Explain It. A sick man turned to his doctor,. As he was preparing to leave the examination room and said,. Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tuesday, May...
