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My Last Gasp Pseudo Intellectual Aspiration: Echoes, Silence, Patience & Grace
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My Last Gasp Pseudo Intellectual Aspiration. Mostly irreverent, and sometimes irrelevant. Wednesday, November 2, 2011. Echoes, Silence, Patience and Grace. No response. just a few incomprehensible murmurs. a rustle of the bed sheets. but no more than that. The pigeon flies away disappointed. In one corner of the room, if you had looked hard enough, you would have noticed an army of ants moving in a beeline towards the window. stocking reserves, marking the onset of a seasonal change. Subscribe to: Post C...
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My Last Gasp Pseudo Intellectual Aspiration: Hallelujah
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My Last Gasp Pseudo Intellectual Aspiration. Mostly irreverent, and sometimes irrelevant. Sunday, March 11, 2012. October came this year, and with it, brought you back in my thoughts again. Its pink winter with soft sunrises and fragrant evenings, left you with me. and we talked; we talked in the only way we know how to. For once, the conversation wasn't marred by superfluous polite words that mark gratitude and apology. it was white; it was honest. But it's October that brings you to me. always. I laugh...
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My Last Gasp Pseudo Intellectual Aspiration: Sweet Bile of Mine
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My Last Gasp Pseudo Intellectual Aspiration. Mostly irreverent, and sometimes irrelevant. Wednesday, December 14, 2011. Sweet Bile of Mine. Blink, blink; Blink, blink, blink, blink. With one giant effort that his body could somehow muster, he got off the floor. As his senses searched for balance, he fumbled; then regained his equilibrium and turned on the tap of the wash basin. Splash, splash;. He tried hard to recall her name; "aarghh! For once his memory failed him. Hell! December 14, 2011 at 6:48 PM.
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My Last Gasp Pseudo Intellectual Aspiration: June 2013
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My Last Gasp Pseudo Intellectual Aspiration. Mostly irreverent, and sometimes irrelevant. Sunday, June 2, 2013. Oh, Beautiful Loss. So let's start with the obvious; let's start with something that is always at the back of my mind every time I think of you; let's start with something that defines the spaces between us. Let's start with words,. Has rendered me into a shapeless mass of muted despair. Now that makes me wonder if at all you yourself believed in what you said. Lies in a profligate waste. A sta...
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My Last Gasp Pseudo Intellectual Aspiration: Ellipsis
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My Last Gasp Pseudo Intellectual Aspiration. Mostly irreverent, and sometimes irrelevant. Saturday, May 5, 2012. It made him think of these few lines in a poem he had come across recently. Last night I dreamed of X again. She’s like a stain on my subconscious sheets. Years ago she penetrated me. But though I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed,. I never got her out,. But now I’m glad.' *. Like this fellow intellectual. Who, once, while sitting passenger on the front seat had, asked him. No, not really....
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My Last Gasp Pseudo Intellectual Aspiration: July 2012
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My Last Gasp Pseudo Intellectual Aspiration. Mostly irreverent, and sometimes irrelevant. Monday, July 9, 2012. Will he get back to them once this supposed 'phase' of self-mutilation ceases? Will there be endings- happy or sad or just plain disturbing; grotesque maybe? He realized it all too late. Her face now bore caustic burns that his stories had left; her eyes no longer dreamy but sleepless. Her restrained, forced smile now was a constant reminder of fantastic possibilities; unspoken and unheard.
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My Last Gasp Pseudo Intellectual Aspiration: May 2012
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My Last Gasp Pseudo Intellectual Aspiration. Mostly irreverent, and sometimes irrelevant. Saturday, May 5, 2012. It made him think of these few lines in a poem he had come across recently. Last night I dreamed of X again. She’s like a stain on my subconscious sheets. Years ago she penetrated me. But though I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed,. I never got her out,. But now I’m glad.' *. Like this fellow intellectual. Who, once, while sitting passenger on the front seat had, asked him. No, not really....
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My Last Gasp Pseudo Intellectual Aspiration: August 2013
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My Last Gasp Pseudo Intellectual Aspiration. Mostly irreverent, and sometimes irrelevant. Saturday, August 17, 2013. He wrote a poem for her. On a yellow, sepia toned page. With the quill of longing,. Dipped, in an ink-pot. Turn that page into. An origami boat,. As she set sail, forever, into oblivion. Leaving a trail of his words. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Mirror, Mirror on the wall. View my complete profile. Consolers Of The Lonely. MAN IN PAINTING SEES THE WORLD. Story of a Ship. On the same page.
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My Last Gasp Pseudo Intellectual Aspiration: September 2012
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My Last Gasp Pseudo Intellectual Aspiration. Mostly irreverent, and sometimes irrelevant. Saturday, September 8, 2012. Chop suey And Usually Just A Cup Of Coffee. 50 euros is too easy a deal, the soul deserves more than that. One needs tragedies, and maladies of unimaginable magnitude for that; and one must court misery as a muse. and maybe this tragedy, like that great opportunity, has already passed me. and all that's left of me within me is a residue that just can't be scraped off for now.
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My Last Gasp Pseudo Intellectual Aspiration: November 2012
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My Last Gasp Pseudo Intellectual Aspiration. Mostly irreverent, and sometimes irrelevant. Saturday, November 24, 2012. This Wind Has A Message For You. It's a strange world that I live in, you know - the one where I have to choose the optimum balance between holding on and letting go. I need both. And crashes his plane to death. yes, exactly like that. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Mirror, Mirror on the wall. View my complete profile. This Wind Has A Message For You. Consolers Of The Lonely. Story of a Ship.
