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Saturday, May 15, 2010. Sattire Attire part XII - Lionhearted, Birdbrained. We all owe death a life". Salman Rushdie - Midnight's Children. A seed is a remarkable. existance; microscopic in size, weightless in weight, a withered past and a future unknown. Every birth can trace itself to its seed. Seeds bloom into flowers, they are fed to birds, reach the heights of great tall oaks, they transform into lions and men - lionhearted and otherwise. But the seed of doubt? Oh what a monsterous abomination!
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interference: 02/01/2010 - 03/01/2010
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Wednesday, February 10, 2010. We don't need no Valetination. Pick up lines courtesy our heros, Beavis, Butthead and me. Why don't you get out of my dreams and into my car, baby? A metaphor for what though? On second thought, I think this was as far as I could have gotten with that line. Thank God she wasn't mildly smart enough to assume a metaphorical car. You need a man in your life, baby. And like, I need a woman. Let's like get into each other's life or whatever". This is great because you're telling ...
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interference: 07/01/2010 - 08/01/2010
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Wednesday, July 14, 2010. Sattire Attire part XIV - Do or Dye (it red). Some ships are made of gold - goldships. Some ships are made of silver - silverships. But the best ships are made of friends - friendships." - Nonsense from Class IV. We used to be best friends" Sylvester protested. But we ARE best friends! What has gotten into you? Dmitri said,as if the current state of events were the usual. What's gotten into me? But he only understood half the problem. Yes, Sylvester was jealous but of whom?
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Thursday, November 18, 2010. Sattire Attire - More? There is a story that I have to tell,. A story is only a story if it doesn't end well,. Time is not a healer - truth be told,. Time is just the cost of getting old. Beautiful blog, Congratulations! I really like this, I think your best work is your simple work. With a smile on my face. I agree. Very nicely stated. This comment has been removed by a blog administrator. Pour partager ma mode. This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
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interference: 12/01/2010 - 01/01/2011
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Sunday, December 12, 2010. Sattire Attire part XV - Troubled Minutes and Dark Thoughts part III. The silent rioter loitering in the dark was somber, calm and methodic for the first time in days. He walked at a brisk pace, with a presence of mind that enabled him to avoid the puddles left behind by the rain earlier in the day. The rain had cleansed the city. Apt for the deed at hand and a new begining. Sylvester knew that Dmitri and Fate were not the same creed. Is the deed done? It is done. And you?
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interference: 01/01/2010 - 02/01/2010
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Sunday, January 31, 2010. A fable of old (1). This story is about the anceint tribes of Dirka. They occupied the territories between the two great rivers, which were one, of the world. The rivers had the same origin and the same end, but in the middle they strayed from each other. Like two lovers matched in heaven and then set on their separate paths at birth until their destinies brought them together. It ensured that the best warrior was always leading the army. And it provided the Queen with a man...
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Saturday, November 06, 2010. Eat Pray. Sing. Pakistan today is not just the victim of the worst flood of the century, it is the victim of a flood of miseries. This nation of God-fearing, pious worshippers is faced with a fresh string of tragedies regularly. The cruel reality of irony could not point its finger and laugh any harder. A question is begging to be asked; why does God not answer their prayers? For even in their worst of times, they seek shelter from Him and beg for His mercy. Eat Pray. Sing.
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Sunday, October 02, 2011. Sattire Attire part XVI - A day in the life of. How can you expect a man who's warm to understand a man who's cold? How can you expect a man who has love to understand the barrenness of life; a body without a soul. A purpose without passion. To wake up each morning with depleting hope. When "living life" becomes an irony. Would a man who was not as marooned be able to understand and be an impartial judge and jury? But would that be fair? Was he in prison? Sylvester had his eyes ...
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interference: 02/01/2011 - 03/01/2011
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Thursday, February 24, 2011. The answer of sensitive souls to an insensitive society (2003). Except, perhaps, for one man called Rungoo, who would visit him every fortnight to replenish Amjad's supply of heroine. He was oblivious to his surroundings and the state he was living in or maybe the state that he was dieing in. He was oblivious because his mind was not in his head, in fact it was not even in the room. Amjad realized that being hardworking, holding a respectable degree and possessing an enviable...
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Thursday, November 18, 2010. Sattire Attire - More? There is a story that I have to tell,. A story is only a story if it doesn't end well,. Time is not a healer - truth be told,. Time is just the cost of getting old. Saturday, November 06, 2010. Eat Pray. Sing. For even in their worst of times, they seek shelter from Him and beg for His mercy. View my complete profile. Sattire Attire - More? Eat Pray. Sing. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.