My limitation is 512 syllables.
Most of them will be dots...
These dots hide everything that is to be shared...
Like the underware hiding the last essentials from the shame of nakedness...
Huh...
Naked is the truth... Uncomfortable in the great gatherings of survivers... Puzzled and little guilty of being there and playing with innocent's conscience...
Are you aware of this irony that, only innocent's have conscience worth disturbing them?
I don't know...
Conscience is a luxury I can't afford...
Huh...
Friday, November 19, 2010
Knowing the small difference...
I wrote those wise man's dreams. Now I am rather ashamed of doing it.
Why would someone do that? Forget someone but why did I do it?
Rambling is important. It is about all the freedom that exists in this great republic.
They say, things would be different once the peace is found.
Although I doubt it, nevertheless I am waiting for it eagerly.
This wait is like standing on the bridge, watching the water flow.
I am sailing or maybe selling the wise man's dreams...
That difference makes me know everything...
Why would someone do that? Forget someone but why did I do it?
Rambling is important. It is about all the freedom that exists in this great republic.
They say, things would be different once the peace is found.
Although I doubt it, nevertheless I am waiting for it eagerly.
This wait is like standing on the bridge, watching the water flow.
I am sailing or maybe selling the wise man's dreams...
That difference makes me know everything...
Wise man and his dreams...
We just need to know the difference. As we can only understand through the difference.
Like the wise man in the ancient time, who was way ahead of his time as if a futuristic prototype of wise man after 17 centuries later than his (or was it 18? Maybe less… one century? Half a century later? Who knows? There are only speculations) searched for a wise woman… (1)...
His search result had to be wise. For only wise female can understand the predicament of wise male trapped in his own web of reasons and reasons to understand those valuable reasons. I like to play with words. There is a lot of comfort in repetition of same word again and again. Like its hammering my pea sized brain and making it flat. Hence increasing the size. I am wiser than before that way. From a pea sized brain to flat paper-thin brain spread over three continents and one large ocean. It’s not an overestimation friend. You will never find more malleable thing than human brain. It has got this immense capacity to expand under intense hammering. Not for nothing that people can believe in everything they come in contact with. Like,
Do you believe in God? “Yes I do. He created me!”
Do you believe in Good? “Yes I do. I am here to serve the good!”
Do you believe in Game? “Yes I do. I am playing it since my birth!”
G: – A syllable as in G-spot. Sex is everywhere. Let’s not forget that.
But it’s only known through having it or not having it. Through the difference.
… (1)… at the end of his search, he found his foolishness.
When the queen (yeah the same sexy queen) read this passage out of the context, she accused me of being sexist. When I refused to decline her accusation (actually I was distracted by her smoothness of skin. It felt smooth to eyes. Causing me to yearn for touch), she pulled out a whip with a cracking sound. The place went cold. Almost moist. Atmosphere blackened. And that whip started to dance like a lightening. Now I was afraid of touch. I closed my eyes and shivered by the anticipation of lightening making a mark on my waiting skin.
What happened next is beyond me. I was waked up by small sparrow having her lunch on the grass outside queen’s palace where wise man found his foolishness.
Don’t tell anyone yet but I am making this news public. No, don’t laugh on the foolishness of last sentence. I am making a secret army for rebelling against the queen. You can join in by killing the queen.
Don’t tell anyone but I am killing the queen.
Don’t tell anyone but I am killing the queen.
Don’t tell anyone but I am killing the queen.
Don’t tell anyone but I am killing the queen.
Don’t tell anyone but I am killing the queen.
Repeat. Hammer. Believe.
Repeat. Hammer. Believe.
Repeat. Hammer. Believe.
Repeat. Hammer. Believe.
Repeat. Hammer. Believe.
Wise man found his foolishness.
Wise man found his foolishness.
Wise man found his foolishness.
Wise man found his foolishness.
Wise man found his foolishness.
Repeat. Hammer. Believe.
Repeat. Hammer. Believe.
Repeat. Hammer. Believe.
Repeat. Hammer. Believe.
Repeat. Hammer. Believe.
And I am tired…
There is no need to repeat it. There is no need to hammer it. There is no need to believe it.
You know it.
When you live the difference.
Like the wise man in the ancient time, who was way ahead of his time as if a futuristic prototype of wise man after 17 centuries later than his (or was it 18? Maybe less… one century? Half a century later? Who knows? There are only speculations) searched for a wise woman… (1)...
His search result had to be wise. For only wise female can understand the predicament of wise male trapped in his own web of reasons and reasons to understand those valuable reasons. I like to play with words. There is a lot of comfort in repetition of same word again and again. Like its hammering my pea sized brain and making it flat. Hence increasing the size. I am wiser than before that way. From a pea sized brain to flat paper-thin brain spread over three continents and one large ocean. It’s not an overestimation friend. You will never find more malleable thing than human brain. It has got this immense capacity to expand under intense hammering. Not for nothing that people can believe in everything they come in contact with. Like,
Do you believe in God? “Yes I do. He created me!”
Do you believe in Good? “Yes I do. I am here to serve the good!”
Do you believe in Game? “Yes I do. I am playing it since my birth!”
G: – A syllable as in G-spot. Sex is everywhere. Let’s not forget that.
But it’s only known through having it or not having it. Through the difference.
… (1)… at the end of his search, he found his foolishness.
When the queen (yeah the same sexy queen) read this passage out of the context, she accused me of being sexist. When I refused to decline her accusation (actually I was distracted by her smoothness of skin. It felt smooth to eyes. Causing me to yearn for touch), she pulled out a whip with a cracking sound. The place went cold. Almost moist. Atmosphere blackened. And that whip started to dance like a lightening. Now I was afraid of touch. I closed my eyes and shivered by the anticipation of lightening making a mark on my waiting skin.
What happened next is beyond me. I was waked up by small sparrow having her lunch on the grass outside queen’s palace where wise man found his foolishness.
Don’t tell anyone yet but I am making this news public. No, don’t laugh on the foolishness of last sentence. I am making a secret army for rebelling against the queen. You can join in by killing the queen.
Don’t tell anyone but I am killing the queen.
Don’t tell anyone but I am killing the queen.
Don’t tell anyone but I am killing the queen.
Don’t tell anyone but I am killing the queen.
Don’t tell anyone but I am killing the queen.
Repeat. Hammer. Believe.
Repeat. Hammer. Believe.
Repeat. Hammer. Believe.
Repeat. Hammer. Believe.
Repeat. Hammer. Believe.
Wise man found his foolishness.
Wise man found his foolishness.
Wise man found his foolishness.
Wise man found his foolishness.
Wise man found his foolishness.
Repeat. Hammer. Believe.
Repeat. Hammer. Believe.
Repeat. Hammer. Believe.
Repeat. Hammer. Believe.
Repeat. Hammer. Believe.
And I am tired…
There is no need to repeat it. There is no need to hammer it. There is no need to believe it.
You know it.
When you live the difference.
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