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My shooting range: Delusional Enlightenment, Part 2 of 0

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Tuesday, November 14, 2006. Delusional Enlightenment, Part 2 of 0. Warning : This might fuck with your mind for quite some time to come! Read at your own risk. Note : You might want to read Part 1 of 0, for an enhanced (or lessened) sense of continuity and comprehension. Fluttering eyelashes, dilating pupils, profuse sweating, shivering of limbs, streaks of light. Blazing all around, hues of red and white, dotted with smithereens of blue and scarlet. Blood. Doesn't make sense to you, does it? Jorgensen s...

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My shooting range: January 2005

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Friday, January 07, 2005. Hamlet sounds like omelette (or whatever the spelling is).but it differs from the latter in many ways.for one, an egg is always sure.theres no way that it can stay upright.it just has to topple over and stay one particular way rather than doodle-diddle or wobble. Nevertheless i am of the opinion that one should take the one which has more gratification in it's name tag. Sometimes i wonder if i will be able to generate better thoughts by adding some vodka to my diet. Nevertheless...

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My shooting range: December 2004

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Thursday, December 30, 2004. Flying off in a tangent. All that happens in the world is someone asking someone else to shut up and listen.well even if people started listening, would it change things? We for one would always be sceptical about someone else's take on anything.i know i would be.wouldnt give them a chance.maybe its because i just dont bloody want to.i wonder when was the last time i was sure about anything at all.like when i was a kid maybe. Posted by heavyNash at 1:47 AM. I am 13% Idiot.

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My shooting range: Now ain't the world a little too big?

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Thursday, June 15, 2006. Now ain't the world a little too big? I have a friend called Siddhartha Chaudhuri (I hope I got the spelling right. In case I didn't, fuck him, and fuck those who gave him such a stupid name). He shall now be referred to as "Sid", which is what most people in this godforsaken place. Used to call him. Sid to say the least is a phallus worshipper. And a sick one at that. He likes Indian classical music or atleast acts like that and jerks off to Freddy Mercury's voice. I am 13% Idiot.

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My shooting range: The Mystic Machine

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Monday, April 03, 2006. Looking at yesterday, waiting for the hours to tick away,. I lie on all my lies, in self loathing and pity they're allies. Passed out, gazing on reality, intuiting without alacrity,. Asking myself who's wrong? Or did I steal my own song? I see horizons and beyond, of the lack of walls, I grow fond. Alas, I can't see all these bars, unless I try to reach the stars. Sometimes greenery fades, n' am surrounded by bars n' spades. I marvel at the mystic machine. Prefer it to be divine.

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My shooting range: Delusional Enlightenment, Part 1 of 0

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Tuesday, November 14, 2006. Delusional Enlightenment, Part 1 of 0. Warning: This might fuck with your mind for quite some time! Read at your own risk. Riding a bay was never this easy. But yes, you had to think it through. Sort of like floating on a wave that you saw in your dreams. Sheiffer. Frown always disagreed with this. He felt it a trifle unbecoming of. Him and his stature to allow his intellect to be seduced by the charm. No end, neither allowing the other a foothold, much to the humor of. It doe...

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My shooting range: And, I wake up

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Monday, August 21, 2006. And, I wake up. Before you start showering curses galore on me, please bear in mind that I have joined my job and have begun working (Not that I am a part of a work force that battles alien squids to save the world, and parties with ladies clad in skimpy nothings) and hence, I did need some time to get my act (rather, ass) together. I am in Mumbai, the oft quoted ". That life is like this grand scheduled colloseum for KLPD. City of dreams, My ass! Posted by heavyNash at 5:10 AM.

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My shooting range: December 2005

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005. What's in a name? September 15th, 1982. Wednesday. 11:17 AM. Venue - Sector 9 Hopsital, Bhilai (dont ask me for more specifics like ward number etc). It seems that at that point in history, there was some apprehension that a peice of equipment called "Skylab" would fall on to the earth from somewhere outerspace. This was conveyed to my maternal grandmother (who will henceforth be referred to by the variable name 'dida') by some Sardarji. For years to come dida. An MIT hack :).

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My shooting range: January 2006

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Saturday, January 21, 2006. The fondest dream #1. Is it your fault that you got it wrong? Is it making any sense at all? Do you need to get high to understand it? Nay Why curse dreams if they seem not meant to be? Posted by heavyNash at 7:21 AM. Tuesday, January 10, 2006. Childhood - guess it never gets over #2. With this much joy in life, I guess I might just die of cardiac arrest! Might not have believed in them back then but sure does seem plausible now. Come to think of it, the dialogue from. So ther...

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My shooting range: October 2005

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Tuesday, October 25, 2005. Too young to be sane, too old to be inane. My name is not Atlas, though I have a world on my shoulders. Like to call my self Red, worry its my blood that smoulders. Enchanted is my heart for it falls apart and is back whole,. Deviant is my soul, regaining that which tides of fate stole. I hear these chords, struck on harps made in a world beyond,. Thay fill my mind with promises and with miracles again I bond. I walk on the rope and cross a strait while the wind roars,. Did i a...