mountains mountains and mountains sees i as the world looked like a torrent and oh! how it looked.
p.s poem check.
computer offs and ons and nothing goes off my head
na me na yu. na this na that. nathing.
For the world, the world is a bunch of dreams and dreams are bunch of worlds.
what what is matters not. what where is matters not. why. why it is. quiet matterable. srisri phonks in my head like d. underground man. nada comes back as it goes back. its all nor a big deal sees i, after that 19-20 years of spiteful masturbation. The flame of tobacco moving red dress, dog, hair lights and unlitten dark streets of suddha gunta palya. candle lit whiskey faces. whiskey shops.telugu voices kannada noises. thoughtless lines lineless thoughts. nice book was it was. its still nice, as its not yet ended. "He was wearing an old and hopelessly ragged black dress coat, with all its buttons missing except one, and that one he had buttoned, evidently clinging to this last trace of respectability."
ruggedly nice piece.
whats that i search for in these meaning filled empty words.nothing. and suddenly these lines
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