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Simple Success | My Clueless Thoughts
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My dose of nonsensical sensibility. July 7, 2014. June 11, 2015. Last week was quite a revelatory week when out of the usual unexpected escapades, tidbits to guide you on the path of this unpredictable life are thrust at you. Such revelations can be strong enough to thrust me back to my seemingly ignored reservoir of thoughts. Here lies a great man, Dr. Geoffrey W. Griffin. The true successful men and women of these vain and materialistic world work behind plain doors, with no need of declaring their pre...
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A MAN’S TALE | My Clueless Thoughts
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My dose of nonsensical sensibility. A MAN’S TALE. June 11, 2015. June 11, 2015. A man shall always like to operate in controlled environments. Scenarios where a man can rely on existing certainties and an assurance of the environment as he knows it not being in an unrestrained state of flux. A man will always rein in what he can, never letting it all run riot. A waste of time, resources, mental energy, one may say. What then can a man do? To what God (Higher Being if a man chooses so). The seas of life a...
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STARLIGHT | My Clueless Thoughts
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My dose of nonsensical sensibility. January 4, 2015. A deep breath. A sigh. An acceptance that this is not yet hers, momentarily. For what poetic justice, that in such distant stars, casting their distant and lonely light upon our earth shall man cast upon his eye in solitude and yearn paradoxically for everything but such loneliness. So she looks up to the stars and in their distant light is reassured, she does not stand alone. You can share this with a friend. Leave your comment here: Cancel reply.
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Assaulted Innocence | My Clueless Thoughts
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My dose of nonsensical sensibility. June 20, 2013. December 20, 2015. She’s four and a half years old. She’s dressed in a glittery, turquoise skirt, the kind girls start shunning at puberty, calling them Cinderella-ish. Enveloped in one of those thick, knitted sweaters that look (and feel) like flak jackets. She’s reaches barely above my knees while standing; my pelvis when at tiptoe. A shaved head of hair, cheery face, as inquisitive as any toddler; full of energy and raring to have a go at this life.
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LIPS A’TREMBLE | My Clueless Thoughts
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My dose of nonsensical sensibility. September 29, 2014. This is for those who think aloud. For those who unconciously, and eloquently so, dictate the thoughts trapped in their minds. For those who mumble out these fiendish little monsters who refuse to be constrained in their crania. The constant What did you says that receive the reflexive Nothing reply to excuse one from such unnecessary explanations. You can share this with a friend. Leave your comment here: Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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TAKE IT | My Clueless Thoughts
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My dose of nonsensical sensibility. August 14, 2014. June 11, 2015. Money never sleeps. One day, if you don’t pay attention to her, you’ll wake up and find that she left you for another man. Courtesy: Geek is the New Black. I’m paraphrasing Gordon Gekko, from Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps. It’s worthless being part of the crowd. And it’s even vainer wasting one’s energies trying to set apart from it. Crowds move on their own volition, bodies of common thought, direction, purpose, mannerisms; id...Leave...
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THE MASTER DRAFT: 22 YEARS ON | My Clueless Thoughts
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My dose of nonsensical sensibility. THE MASTER DRAFT: 22 YEARS ON. July 31, 2015. It is said that the best stories are written in the greatest throes of emotion. It is also said that the best stories are told spontaneously, off the cuff, sincere, raw and unprocessed. The rough draft within which the author sets all his gems, to amaze only those keen enough to open the pages (or in this techie days, click the link) and revel in what lies within. Rest in peace Dad. You can share this with a friend. You are...