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~The Kleptolectual~: December 2010
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A kLePtOlEcTuAl - Stealing moments to make memories sans any motive. A regressive thought process. 15 December, 2010. I’d totally dig that one, so cute! He never found them cute. What the hell is cute about them anyway! So what is it that pulls them other guys and make them want to stick around for the time they actually stick around! That is it, god hates me. I guess i should have listened to my mom and dad when they told me about karma! This just has to be my karma! 8220;Damn you GOD! 09 December, 2010.
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~The Kleptolectual~: February 2011
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A kLePtOlEcTuAl - Stealing moments to make memories sans any motive. A regressive thought process. 28 February, 2011. A lot of things crossed his mind as he walked past the last cycle chained to its stand. The week that had passed was something that had left him mesmerized, dazed almost. And in that moment that he walked back, a moment that had decided to make itself feel at home and linger, time just ran back. The way it sounded. The way it was spelled. The way it FELT. Monday, February 28, 2011. The ti...
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~The Kleptolectual~: Phoochka Tales
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A kLePtOlEcTuAl - Stealing moments to make memories sans any motive. A regressive thought process. 24 January, 2012. The god of street foods, like it's spiritual counterpart, comes in many names yet essentially that one supreme form. All hail;. From the swanky streets of Khan Market, to the common corridors of Bengali Sweets and Haldirams, these things are everywhere! Of snacks in Bengal. Not far, in Jamshedpur the folks add a liberal dose of chole. To the mix and savor the treat. While the classic ingre...
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~The Kleptolectual~: February 2012
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A kLePtOlEcTuAl - Stealing moments to make memories sans any motive. A regressive thought process. 04 February, 2012. I was a good boy, i did all the things right,. But this night I speak of brought to me, quite a fright! I went to classes, took ALL the notes,. Not even a blink I'd miss,. Yet just one day prior to my test,. I had a vision and it wasn't bliss. Yes 'twas just a day prior, I had this vision strange,. Realized it was not a vision, my eyes were hot, deranged! Not today, I did plead,. If the p...
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~The Kleptolectual~: Peanuts.
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A kLePtOlEcTuAl - Stealing moments to make memories sans any motive. A regressive thought process. 03 August, 2012. Pappy, the pansy. A peanut was he,. Always hung by his paletot, long as can be. With a palaceous head he'd prance around town,. In his peanut palanquin, so safe and so sound. Pappy, a peanut so happy was he,. People made him pallid, so shy and so meek. Yet Pappy did palaver, with near and dear,. But with 'em outside folk, he'd be the master at palter. For no panglossian was our little Pappy,.
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~The Kleptolectual~: November 2011
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A kLePtOlEcTuAl - Stealing moments to make memories sans any motive. A regressive thought process. 22 November, 2011. That's What She Said! Dude, you would not believe what I just heard! We live an age of cliches. Yes, that too is one. Everyday conversation is now cliche. "Ssup? Nothing much.", "Hmmmm." recognize those? These are what pass off for a good talk these days. So every now and then when I do encounter something off the mundane, it makes for story-telling! Yeah, so get this! Maybe just post it ...
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~The Kleptolectual~: August 2011
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A kLePtOlEcTuAl - Stealing moments to make memories sans any motive. A regressive thought process. 29 August, 2011. Big balls; Arsenal to press charges. You know that feeling, when you're just sittin' there, minding your own business, being a good football team an' all. and then this other team comes up and whooops your ass by 6 goals? Cried one of the onlookers, "I tried to help, I screamed for help! I screamed, but i was helpless. Oh god i was helpless! Raped us of our dignity! Whimpered the captain of...
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~The Kleptolectual~: May 2011
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A kLePtOlEcTuAl - Stealing moments to make memories sans any motive. A regressive thought process. 21 May, 2011. Boom* You Just Got Stereotyped! If you are someone who is easily offended, then please refer to the footnote before the main article. Whoever said that this world is made up of all kinds of people really hadn’t lived past the nineties so i bet they wouldn’t know better than to dare group the vast number of stereotypes into a vast, more unified class of “human beings”! Sniff* it was beautiful!
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~The Kleptolectual~: January 2012
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A kLePtOlEcTuAl - Stealing moments to make memories sans any motive. A regressive thought process. 24 January, 2012. The god of street foods, like it's spiritual counterpart, comes in many names yet essentially that one supreme form. All hail;. From the swanky streets of Khan Market, to the common corridors of Bengali Sweets and Haldirams, these things are everywhere! Of snacks in Bengal. Not far, in Jamshedpur the folks add a liberal dose of chole. To the mix and savor the treat. While the classic ingre...
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~The Kleptolectual~: March 2011
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A kLePtOlEcTuAl - Stealing moments to make memories sans any motive. A regressive thought process. 13 March, 2011. Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high. Where knowledge is free. And there are the likes of Moninder Singh Pandher. While the husband read the paper that showed how another helpless girl had been raped and murdered, the picture showing her limp, lifeless body, and her mouth slightly open… as if trying to say something. Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit. Unbiased opi...
