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Cloaked Reverie | Transcendence
https://astralvoyager.wordpress.com/2014/11/07/cloaked-reverie
An oxymoron's tale full of bombast and melodrama, signifying nothing. But it’s FLOYD and I am a crazy diamond (NOT! Thats what it really is. I said to myself, she is the one! I have it figured! Wonder why all good stories are incomplete without women. As vintage love struck back with fierce force, my friend stumbled upon me and poured his beer on my face that was in suspended animation. The bastard had killed my trip! Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window).
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When you’re Strange.. | Transcendence
https://astralvoyager.wordpress.com/2011/02/01/when-youre-strange
An oxymoron's tale full of bombast and melodrama, signifying nothing. When you’re Strange. People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? I am not telling you who wrote this :) Go figure! Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window).
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Anandamine | Transcendence
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An oxymoron's tale full of bombast and melodrama, signifying nothing. Posted from WordPress for Windows Phone. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). An individual. Nothing less. Nothing more. View all posts by Himanshu Hira. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email. So the plaintiff is?
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Send/Receive Love? | Transcendence
https://astralvoyager.wordpress.com/2010/06/11/sendreceive-love
An oxymoron's tale full of bombast and melodrama, signifying nothing. Oh, tell me whence Love cometh! Love comes uncall’d, unsent. Oh, tell me where Love goeth! That was not Love that went. Nice but not nice! You ought to be tripping. We don’t qualify as lovers! Are you angry baby? I am all ears and behinds. Come, lets dry hump! Awwwdid I just piss you off? What did I do? You tried to love me. You are so you! Don’t annoy me! Let me vent out how I normally feel. Okay.Okay. Whats with your behavior? You ar...
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Hotel Celestial | Transcendence
https://astralvoyager.wordpress.com/2010/06/11/hotel-celestial
An oxymoron's tale full of bombast and melodrama, signifying nothing. From the most sacred part of the distant heavens. Like a wave. Like breeze. Like rain. Like flame. Comes to meet the dead. Some blood in the veins? Sure I am kicked and there on time. Deceiving many on the way. Paying more to get a glimpse of her. To feel her in my arms and touch her hands. Her divine presence. Her purity.everything! The flame fondled. Yet again! Life is shackled by time, these few moments are the ones which are free.
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Good News? | Transcendence
https://astralvoyager.wordpress.com/2011/07/21/good-news
An oxymoron's tale full of bombast and melodrama, signifying nothing. I am back yet again. See! All good things come to an end. And sometimes that end is so abrupt that you have absolutely no clue what hit you. The point where falling down is far easy than getting back on your feet. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). An individual. Nothing less. Nothing more. View all posts by Himanshu Hira. So the plaintiff is?
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The Moon upon your Stick! | Transcendence
https://astralvoyager.wordpress.com/2014/07/02/the-moon-upon-your-stick
An oxymoron's tale full of bombast and melodrama, signifying nothing. The Moon upon your Stick! I was tired of wandering in rotten cities with my eyes closed, my heart shut and my gods lost. Awakened to an abyss within, a storm outside and a ghastly honest voice of a forgotten inner demon. Teleported to dream-within-a-dream] . Back in the sixties, on a bright day, a french girl smokes pipe at a café, while staring into a drawing of a cat as every cell in her system implodes with unending boredom. Notify ...
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Hell was full so I am back! | Transcendence
https://astralvoyager.wordpress.com/2012/05/16/hell-was-full-so-i-am-back
An oxymoron's tale full of bombast and melodrama, signifying nothing. Hell was full so I am back! And in other news. I tweeted this sometime ago;. 8220;I’m half a T. Wit. Trr. Trr. Err”. Which apparently no one has understood (hopefully) or maybe people don’t agree to or just dont give a fuck! Which one is it do you think? Come on you fuckers gimme something! Also, the stoopid name of the post cos I saw an ugly teen wearing it in the metro! Posted from WordPress for Windows Phone. Enter your comment here.
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Himanshu Hira | Transcendence
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An oxymoron's tale full of bombast and melodrama, signifying nothing. Author Archives: Himanshu Hira. But it’s FLOYD and I am a crazy diamond (NOT! Thats what it really is. I said to myself, she is the one! I have it figured! Wonder why all good stories are incomplete without women. As vintage love struck back with fierce force, my friend stumbled upon me and poured his beer on my face that was in suspended animation. The bastard had killed my trip! The Moon upon your Stick! 8221; .I like my drink ic...
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Of Change and Flange | Transcendence
https://astralvoyager.wordpress.com/2010/02/10/of-change-and-flange
An oxymoron's tale full of bombast and melodrama, signifying nothing. Of Change and Flange. Thoughts kept unwinding/rewinding themselves. After a little pull, obviously…. The raindrops kept falling and my pens kept on rolling! I am not compromising), but then I believe I have the best rightnow. This isn’t the right place to show love.but then I am so happy! Career topics have always been ambiguous for me. I understand business strategy very well. But, why have goals in life? Why did Man come on this plan...
