bueauty rests here

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i mean it!

funny shit

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once upon a time, sometime back some photos, i found

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isnt that all we see, or seem but a dream.. within a dream?

some recent, not so really recen pictures i liked. they please my eyes..

and the previous posts i posted before posting this post:)

threads cutted off..

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yes. i insist on it. that one has to take pleasures from the pain to taste the pain of pleasure. that makes it look stereotypical. No. i have no problem with a thing being stereotyped. the problem lies in it being a lie unlike truth. 2+2 makes four is not a stereotype.. well, consider it so. even then its not, for some reason, its not a lie. so we can use this stereotype everywhere. here comes the problem again. which i might invent(in the process of discovering -like in that essay-) the problem, a non existing problem, may be. a lie, may be. and thus this itself becomes a stereotype which i would like to unlike (as i mention in the start of essay). that thread gone anyways. why i write? thats the name of g.Orwells essay.
typing fallacies as if intended, though they are consciously unintended. well what ever that really meant to mean. we would be glad to see it happen. i am trying free assosciation, if you really wanna know. a structured free association. thanks to james freud. yours thankingly. thought is like water it flows like coffee and tea, which i read today. how can one read coffee or tea?! haha. like you just read now.-coffee . tea- thats not even unfree association for pigs sake! yes. pig is my favourite animal cause it looks somewhat like a talking dog. the only thing it lacks is vocabulary and grammar. that i'd teach it one day. its much better than mobile phone. ouech.
painful rain touching the ground
like chapathi powder ground with water
waters. what are waters doing on screen?
screaming like brain that paints painful drain of rain?
or teasing the rhyme of rain and pain with a funny train of thought?
who knows?!? not me not you. not god not dog.
romantic rhyme tracing itself through me!
or racing thoughts romancing myself in me?!
pigs dogs and cats. so are thoughts and ideas.
ideals i liked and lived and would live for.
rainy ideals, idle ideals and deleted realities.
its a painy season sometimes like this time when rain rains off the painful pleasures and pleasureless pains.

and then once upon a time there lived i. i typed the above phrases and the story ended cause i dint feel like telling more. and still i wanted to to tell more maybe. if i want it, it'd continue that story of it. if not it would like to end here the story it self.

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hah. spite. spite and more spit! gentlemen! you might ask me why i address you gentleman. the only answer i can give you is that i project myself on you. and you on me! spiteful life this is gentleman..! dstvskian style this is. and its hard to be it. once upon a tyme there lived a boy, called illnottellwho. power goes. power comes. electriical power. it doesnt mean anything. why do i name my blog dreams within a dream. ask yourself! and if you cant answer it you are a bastard. dictionarily speaking, there's only one and only one concievable bastard in the dictionary of words and that would be GOD.cause hse is born out of no ma or dad. the most perfect defination of being a bastard. yes. i have nothing against God, but god itself. an non existing nothingness. shit of masses. if that was similar to opium.effect. tribbific! its really thrasmic to think how people cant live without God. power going off ra. internet power. hfuff. i feel kinda ok again. friends, me myself and me after long time. no scope for limits. bye.

tomorrows diary:

I might get up early eight/sevenish in the morning. probably the reason i get up is to brush my teeth and body like i did during my 18 or 19 year old monologue. and it would almost continue itself forever.yes! i insist on it. forever.! the notion of forever as far as i conceive is only till onemoment after my mental nonexistence. so, forever i would live and continue my monologue till forever. this very thought i might think tomorrow aswell. its equally possible that current might go off now and i i forget this idea forever., that is not remember it as long as i live. its funny to do discourse analysis of thys. Big words! haha! bbc. by by comrd.

enough yet not enough..

all my posts starts or try starting with certain ambiguity but. nltpl once says to me friend 'there's nothing wrong or surprising in his ambiguity. he is...idontrememberwhat'. any ways. its been long since i did story telling. well people died there in AP for lands. shot by police. history repeats. or may be historians know only few words. now what shit does that mean? fish! headlines: hunger strike of mother ends, finally no tragedy' they were doing it for a real cause. no chumma. that would be a nice thing. may be thats a nice thing to know. but as a perfectionist i end up in nothingness. thats a phonyiest quote i ve ever seen. that quote nothing is perfect. stupid! stupidity! who knows. A is perfect. if i type A only A comes. not B or small a. is not it perfection. somethings are necessarily perfect. thats a stupid argument though. i cant just sit at a place doing onething properly. thats not so unnatural with me, but its unnatural that that trait of mine, starts becomming knowledge and myself typing it all here. what a world it is?! as you might see these

to day

woke up not so early. remembering werther.:-P. he 's been fine chap. is this a dream i am in now again? second day after blogging fifth day after dreaming. who knows. who all knows what all?! not all knows not all. now the images split. things around. as they are trying to, now! i avoiding it.
once there was this cow. this moo cow of jj. shit man. its splits again. i would do all this to only to illnottellanyways. well i might as well be an image of somewone's head. if not someone, anyone. like images of my own head that seem to exist with me without their own free will. well for the sur, its n ot true. bad english boy! haha. i feel good. after long i do. arent i like a thing like all other things like that idea in that
www.clearblogs.com/nomore/ . thats a quiet old idea. anyway still it persists here and ther. somewhat. somehow. somewhy i know not. who would want to write all that brain feels the way it feels in its rudest crudest way, not including indulgence of languiagic norms. its quiet stupid to do so. butt well i think i like it. i still like it. what am i liking. haha, if i dont lift my head now, from the keys i would not know. its good fun anyways.not so much but still fun to some what extent, if i can extend it. it says: now blogger saves your drafs automatically.! yes! thats the most important thing i can think of, now. it saves. thats understood. but how can it save. can it save money. can it save me from typing all this. can it save itself from saving all this i am typing.?! well. the simple answer is it cant! it cont!:D haha. i like tickling myself! hauhau..!well everyone like ticking oneself, the only thing is they dont do it. because i dont know. i dont know because i dint never tickle myself under my hands ever., though i like that feeling now sometimes. i thinkle myself so that i know that i exist and i am not a dream or thought in anyones head. though the thinkling itself might be irreal like splits i see in things around at time so irreally.! and thoughts that come off in my head during theses times like this time. no resistance given to brain from ego or idigo or indigo or logo also. that looks funny. well its not really fun anyways to think so randomly in this keyhoard. yes i say keyhoard. i would also call it other names. so what. i wish i could type looking at screen. well i dont think i can., cause the screen is hot and it burning., well., this secret noone knows and i wish to forget it, myself too. its not a very good idea to know such trivial secrets. bastard only knows how trivial it is. why do they call this bastard thing as mouse. may be because they saw mice coming out of it when they wanted to name it mouse. and its good to prefer calling all the mouses in this shop as mice rather than mouses. bandicoots should have come out of that first mouse. what fun?! we would have had a bandicoot -i dunno spelling anyways- near every computer. oh!sick! laptops would have had mice then, because mouses or mice would have started to come out of them. even now one can really suspect that bandicoots might come out of laptops any moment just because mice are near computers- i call desktops as computers, cause i think they are computers, unlike laptops.,(laptops are suitcase computers, if you really wanna know.well they changed the name without my knowledge after my 3rd class, but the truth is that they are suitcase computers(thats what i called them when i first saw them)., well i lost the thread typing all that)..so laptops yeah! suitcase computers, thats what they are for a simple reason that they look like suitcases. its a question of ethics, sincierely speaking.. .how can one mislead his/her own senses? that thing looks like a suitcase and you can open and close it and there is a computer inside. how much more proof one needs? to not cheat the very perceiption, that it looks like a computer insise a suitcase., so call it suitcase computer., its highly wrong to call it laptop ,for a simple reason that there is no lap or top inside the suitcase computer. well., you might want to call it suitcase desktop.!thats a problematic prportion for a simple reason that there is no desk or top inside it.so..so.. call it suitcase computer. i think these are living things like us. the only difference being, that they dont respond to whatever you stimulate them with.thats the only difference science cant prove to you. they even think like us, if i want to be more presice. that i can prove it to you unlike science. how? we might wonder. here i use logic of rene descartes an idontremember century philosopher. i think he said long back, one philosophically well accepted statement, that says 'i think, therefore i exist'. dont i think computers exist.? yes they exist. thats the whole thing. Computers exist.therefor they think.! haha. funny deduction. i need eat som bread with butter with out beard.. shh!dont disclose secrets of this nature as i mentioned in my above theaeseas to anyone. its a secret that davinci preserved which i learnt recently from a secret society that meets in CC109 not possibly everypossibleday here near to this place. there ends my dairy of the one year which i would have never typed, for a symple -yes!-symple reason that its not simple to do so!

now. yes. its moving. whats it to dream here. to not know if this is not really a dream. ? ! delirium.
may be i am just a thought in someone's head like Sophie.i can see that double split around.. though its hard to concentrate.!