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Blah and this and that of the rest. To blah is not to blah. To blah is setting aside a part of you, coloured in a mirage that actually exists, and physically doesn't. Wednesday, January 16, 2013. I'll be tearing those pages today, the poems,. I'd like to tear all the words too. Shred each one carefully, until. All the letters, are divided. Formless, wordless, less,. April 18, 2013 at 4:55 AM. Now that I can follow your blog, Ill endeavour to read the ant-like font! April 18, 2013 at 5:07 AM.
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Blah and this and that of the rest: May 2013
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Blah and this and that of the rest. To blah is not to blah. To blah is setting aside a part of you, coloured in a mirage that actually exists, and physically doesn't. Monday, May 6, 2013. I’m not in these pages. It’s a relief actually. No search can reveal where I’m hidden. No quest can lead to me. I’m not in your world. For there is no place for me. In your dailyness and checklists. I no longer need to be. I’m not in your memories. Oh, how I feel free! Not trapped in your ideas. Or in your desires of me.
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Blah and this and that of the rest: November 2009
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Blah and this and that of the rest. To blah is not to blah. To blah is setting aside a part of you, coloured in a mirage that actually exists, and physically doesn't. Wednesday, November 25, 2009. This is a conversation. The setting is the road. The conversation takes place between two people- a mind-vacant human, we shall call him, man(how original) and another man-like-creature, we can call him. Monsieur Mort, or whatever the hell you want to call him. Man:Give me a second. Can't you wait a little?
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Blah and this and that of the rest: August 2011
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Blah and this and that of the rest. To blah is not to blah. To blah is setting aside a part of you, coloured in a mirage that actually exists, and physically doesn't. Monday, August 15, 2011. Only with stardust and rainbows. With dreams on wet eyelashes. That empty this soul. That leave a yearning hole. But none of that, my dear. For I carry you along. And a fraction of a song. And smiled a smile. I got myself a heart. Though for a little while. I stood in pride. And drank my tears. I learnt new songs.
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Blah and this and that of the rest: January 2013
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Blah and this and that of the rest. To blah is not to blah. To blah is setting aside a part of you, coloured in a mirage that actually exists, and physically doesn't. Wednesday, January 16, 2013. I'll be tearing those pages today, the poems,. I'd like to tear all the words too. Shred each one carefully, until. All the letters, are divided. Formless, wordless, less,. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Inconsequensial annonymity.or however it is spelt. Of this and that. Self discovery is exciting.and scary too.
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Blah and this and that of the rest: August 2012
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Blah and this and that of the rest. To blah is not to blah. To blah is setting aside a part of you, coloured in a mirage that actually exists, and physically doesn't. Monday, August 27, 2012. Awash with darkness,. Where raindrops array on windows. And outside the rain breaks into song,. Time lulls between us. While you in your Sartre. And I in Borges immerse. Till the moments lose. And leave footprints in us. In your fist, snared,. Till the end of breath. Trapped, though it were,. In the blink of an eye.
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Blah and this and that of the rest
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Blah and this and that of the rest. To blah is not to blah. To blah is setting aside a part of you, coloured in a mirage that actually exists, and physically doesn't. Monday, August 27, 2012. Lets’ talk banter—fatuous, vacuous. This will mean more to me. Later, in a memory. Let’s not philosophize. This cup of tea doesn’t demand it,. Only fill it with silence. Sense is creeping in,. We have moved to another moment;. September 21, 2012 at 4:54 AM. September 30, 2012 at 10:52 PM. January 5, 2013 at 6:10 AM.
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Blah and this and that of the rest
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Blah and this and that of the rest. To blah is not to blah. To blah is setting aside a part of you, coloured in a mirage that actually exists, and physically doesn't. Monday, August 27, 2012. The secret rendezvous in the diffused moonlight. The long silence of sighs and stolen glances,. The play of silhouettes on the whitewashed walls,. And your breath whispering to me. As our life arranges itself like a Courbet painting,. No more the sighs or glimpses or shadow play. Setting our romance free.
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Blah and this and that of the rest: April 2013
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Blah and this and that of the rest. To blah is not to blah. To blah is setting aside a part of you, coloured in a mirage that actually exists, and physically doesn't. Tuesday, April 2, 2013. In the streets that have no name. We walk past the bougainvilleas. The conversations in our eyes, the same that led us here. To this year, to now. Our hands in a warm embrace like that very first day. When the silent stars saw me whisper your name. The silence breathes of that familiar restlessness. Of this and that.
