Again he is
correct. I wonder how. The first days are like the last. You know but you
don’t. The trees outside are masturbating. I feel the development of something
crazy.
The black
swans were talking things unknown to me. The exchange of often beautiful. Yet I
was starred. Humb and numb. Slowly they are pointing at me. I feel a beautiful
connection and I try to reciprocate. I understand my role currently. The things
are coming to me discretely yet there is a sense of continuum. Like the first arbitrary
trials you do while starting with anything. Its honest even if there is a
mistake. Like the density curve where we belong stochastically at the
beginning.
I reiterate
a known song. I feel whether I should bring in time. My things are arbitrarily
deranged. I see many things just scattered. Just playing by themselves. I see a
friend who is moving beautifully. Some beautiful ladies. Whizzing. And some
beautiful things which I can count but leave them to multiply. I congratulate a
young mind to take a task. But slowly I feel of the resonance. In spite of my
wrong actions which I will integrate and optimize. I look at the body. And the
inside. This is ecstatic. I promise someone to go over to his place. We do some
discussions whether to catch the train but fix on the bus. I see some deep
spots underlying sending some undercurrent that I call joy. I mix myself with
the environment. I see the joy. People ask me, ‘Are you finding joy.’ I reply,’
I find joy, hatred, lust, desires, calm and everything if I remember the
maths.’ I just see the just loneliness around and how people seem to mediate
about that. It is the perfection. Just seeing an inch in front. That’s crazy.
Yes, I will live with that. I will die with that. I find a father. I will give
him abuses at times but he is the father. My eyes are cold and superconducting.
I see reciprocating phenomenon. I build a state where I see vortices. I see
radiations. I see everything all around beautifully coupled. I see internal
reversibility. I hear motorbikes whizzing crazy. Life. I feel these
inculcating. I feel death. Like a speck of the inner pollens. These things
called life and death are truly the reality. We have to enjoy those. We have to
see it like a detailed mystery. Like a dancer dancing. Like a clown laughing.
Like a mystic meditating. Like a nomad wandering. Like a scientist researching.
Like a friend walking. Like a lover loving. Like a breeze just encompassing. Like a sea binging. Like you seeing. Like not
time. Like a dog sniffing. Like you. And this is the beauty. You crumble and
slowly dissolve into the black. Like a new born. Like water. Like whisky. And
you. I see the nothing and that excites me rather revolutionize me. Like the
flow of urine from inside. I have started to feel the endlessness of everything
and it don’t scare me rather sends undercurrents of joy. I am like the boring
story but that which at the end there is a relaxation a joy of footprints.
Swallowed
in time and space. I really believe Einstein now. And exactly can match with
this person. The word person excites me. The word poor excites me. And those
shitting things too. My lips and the front end of the tongue are a bit nasty
now. I confused over e and w the other day. Perhaps of my machine. I guarantee
myself I will rather find love here.
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