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Psychotic Philosophy: end.
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They're dead, you know? Wednesday, January 13. We stood still and watched the earth rush towards us. The train tracks looked like a ladder,. Ever star a step. life stole so much. Every passing moment greeted by another. fluid. And constant motion, escaping from our grasp. Stay close, and we are time ticking. we are passion. for once,. We are not afraid. What for, you asked. why anything. Your eyelashes spoke symphonies, systematic and it sent me shivering. How could i be so hollow and so full? Turning so...
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Psychotic Philosophy: June 2009
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They're dead, you know? Friday, June 19. Ballo : Rabbi Shergill. Main janda, tainu aaj/Peer hundi/Dil tere uthdi ek/Cheez. I know today you/have pain/in your heart rises/a pang). Main Janda Aunde/Din ‘ch tufan kei/Kuch Sujda Na/Uddi ey reit. I know in the day/arrive many storms/you can think nothing/and there’s just sand). Rakhdi ti jisne tu/Saambh Saambh/Ghut ghut seene naal/La. Kal jo si sohna/Sagna da haar tera/Ajj ban gia/Gall da o faah. What you guarded/with great care/against your bosom/very close.
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Psychotic Philosophy: Death
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They're dead, you know? Thursday, January 14. Marching dispassionately, anemic, black figures. Someone died . I do not know who . Someone alone, which is remembered only when I left . Forgotten, unknown, nameless, without a life . A packer another plot in the vein . Addictive white powder nose euphoria . For a little fun . Thing in a perfect world . But this is over . Suffered . laughing, dreaming about death . And here it is in all its splendor . Roaming with a broad, ironic smile on his lips,.
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Psychotic Philosophy: October 2008
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They're dead, you know? Sunday, October 26. I was the voice you never heard,. I was the river you never swimmed in,. I was the truth you never spoke,. I was the shadow you never sat in,. I am a lie. Now, i am me,. And yes, you feel it. I was the sky you never looked at,. I was the cloud you never wished it to rain. I was the rain you never bathed in,. I was the cloth you never wore,. I am the nature. Now, i am me,. And, yes, you feel it. Pooped by Psychotic Philosopher. Friday, October 24. Ek bar fir,.
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Psychotic Philosophy: Echoes
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They're dead, you know? Thursday, January 14. As all the children play outside. Only you count the tears you've cried. Softly speaking to breeze. Twenty-two, now twenty-three. Everyone laughs and no one hurts. And no one stops to make it worse. The children play and carry on. Ignoring the man walking across the lawn. He motions slowly for you to rise. You wait a moment and head outside. Gently now he carries you away. Where mountains grow and valleys play. Sitting watching the rising tide. Subscribe to: ...
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Psychotic Philosophy: March 2009
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They're dead, you know? Saturday, March 28. तुम यह सब भूल जाना मेरे दोस्त. यह हैं पाश। अवतार सिंह संधू 'पाश'। आज से बीस साल पहले (23 मार्च 1988 को) खालिस्तानी आतंकवादियों ने इनकी हत्या कर दी थी। इस पंजाबी कवि का अपराध (? तुम्हें पता नहीं. मैं शायरी में किस तरह जाना जाता हूं. जैसे किसी उत्तेजित मुजरे में. कोई आवारा कुत्ता आ जाये. तुम्हें पता नहीं. मैं कविता के पास कैसे जाता हूं. जैसे चकराई हुई शहर की दुकानों पर चढ़ती है।. कोई मलाई जैसी चीज होती है।. हाथ अगर हों तो. हाथ अगर हों तो. मनुष्य और उस...सहमी...
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Psychotic Philosophy: Notes From The R - II
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They're dead, you know? Saturday, December 26. Notes From The R - II. Part IV: The Second Meeting. I was not surprised when I found myself again at the Palace the next night. I was stationed outside a different door, but I knew it would be the same girl within. What manner of thoughts had crossed her mind when she took in my dwarven stature and countenance? If only she weren't so beautiful! I lamented, beginning to grow irritated. Her countenance bore signs of strain as if she had been laboring under the...
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Psychotic Philosophy: July 2009
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They're dead, you know? Thursday, July 23. Pooped by Psychotic Philosopher. Monday, July 20. Because of the limited budget, Jeremy Dawson and Dan Schrecker, who helped Aronofsky with the visual effects, were unable to use a lot of computer-generated images; as about a third of the film takes place in outer space, this would’ve been difficult to achieve without making the film look dated. Johan Weiland interviewed Jeremy Dawson for his Comic Reel interview. Pooped by Psychotic Philosopher. Sunday, July 12.
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Psychotic Philosophy: December 2008
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They're dead, you know? Wednesday, December 31. The film, like eating coconuts, works well the first 30 minutes and then we realized how important it is to dream, is be yourself. The inmate believes to conquer the world, and the truth is that fear dominates, but not to those who dream. What the scientists are superficial and are the "gurus" today. All those who want loudspeakers, and the money they give. And more than you eat a coconut. Terrible the need for arms. Sequence short but impressive. City That...
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Psychotic Philosophy: September 2008
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They're dead, you know? Saturday, September 13. Pooped by Psychotic Philosopher. Wednesday, September 10. So unknown.So unnamed. So unsung.So unheard. In this misty feeling. That holds you and me. We walk through this fog blindly. You from one end. And I from the other. Why dont I care? And why dont you? Just trusting that fogs mortality. And the rise of everything new. Smiling in Singing impossibilities. Just cuz we know. Whether this fog stays or goes,. We shall hold each other. Even if not together.
