I am listening to Nitin Shawney, Devendra Banhart, Chris Jarvis, all the alternative stuff one could ever lend their set of ears to. I do not blame some entity nor complain too. This is one piece which seriously digs a hole to find out an aperture to come out of enclosed & enforced vacuum, trying too hard to escape out of pragmatism.
No activity. Do not point out your raising finger at me as I have no rational grudge against this site, to seem too biased and to abandon it from visiting. It's just that I didn't feel feel like writing and I did not.
As anticipated, she turned out to be the most judging and convincing part of the mortality. She commands for the good. For the mutual goodness. Symbiosis prevails. This stands out as the proving testimony for the recurrence of the the good old times to flush in again and pay off their due visits.
I read Boris' s disgust on riots, updated resignations of people who challenged the sales of coloured water, scintillating response to the historical launch of an ever lasting hunger fast to achieve fanatical secularism, summed up conspiracy to dismiss God from conquering his hundredth ton etc. Lot's been certainly happening. Nothing far too much than my love. One can find it far too disappointing to relate everything so coherently to my personal advancements, but, come on now, this is my platform, and if you choose to click on this, you've got to bear with this.
Waiting for the clicking time, so that things apparently fall in place and everything falls off to subtlety with such admiring levels of serenity that would leave the spectators' half agape mouths wide open.
Those old days should come back. The Good old days. The days of spilling out money like the trash paper. Its not about disrespecting the currency but its all about honouring aggravating respect to my earned self esteem. I behave reluctant to agree with the presumed image of a spoiled brat by frisking money and throwing it away but that is what I earn. The liberty to chuck off the wealth I've earned.
Well, there's definitely some difference she has brought in. Significant, phenomenal and huge. I know people and claim them as the people I am associated with, but the whole freaking point is, they don't know her and that, it makes all the difference.
P.S : I name this one as 'No Direction Home!' , I clean my hands, I come back and rename this as 'Like a Rolling Stone.'
good reading, loved the title especially and the line about you trying to find a link between the drinking chocolate tin, the foster's can and tube of table salt, akin to equality amongst unequals.and yes there seems to be no apparent direction to this piece, rolling about everywhere.
ReplyDelete"One can find it far too disappointing to relate everything so coherently to my personal advancements, but, come on now, this is my platform, and if you choose to click on this, you've got to bear with this."
ReplyDeleteSomething every blogger should post up his blog. First half was gibberish. The second was great, could've been more coherent.
Good to see you back on the blog.
point of concurrence and resemblance are attractive enough to hit, sit, bite and rotate it backwards to rip off the stimulant factor from the veins of love and lovers of art.
ReplyDelete@Save Earth: Well, that's precisely true though, I'd like to know your identity, i mean I never saw you posting on my blog.
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