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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: June 2011
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Wednesday, June 15, 2011. A frequency that refuses to match all others. What brings one to a stop. The Truth, The whole truth and nothing. What comes and goes, and leaves all others aside. Statements and reverie. What comes of it. Evolution to make it better. What comes of it is far worse than ever imagined. Clustered reactions that make no difference to. Further bruised if you think of it. Saying it walks- it ran. You and I seized to exist.
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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: April 2011
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Friday, April 29, 2011. A reply to "those lines". Neither here nor there. Nor naive yet no fault. Neither pinned yet plagued. A possibility that will negate. The labyrinths of the mind- all alike. Neither factional nor separated. Blood and bone of an entity. Far away from reality. Neither here nor there. A journey throughout despair. Are you a mystery or just a mind game? Will you reveal or deceive? Neither friend nor foe. But what of hopes?
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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: A reply to "those lines"
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Friday, April 29, 2011. A reply to "those lines". Neither here nor there. Nor naive yet no fault. Neither pinned yet plagued. A possibility that will negate. The labyrinths of the mind- all alike. Neither factional nor separated. Blood and bone of an entity. Far away from reality. Neither here nor there. A journey throughout despair. Are you a mystery or just a mind game? Will you reveal or deceive? Neither friend nor foe. But what of hopes?
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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: October 2011
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Sunday, October 23, 2011. Secrets of a Different Kind. A certain something that I always knew. Was nearing my lips,. But never really reached them. It peeked. Searching, it asked you, sometimes it asked me. Asked for some words. Words that it could drape. And travel up to my lips. Wrap itself. In the arms of my voice and waltz. But this certain something is a feeling. A fragrance that floats in the air;. One that is speechless. I am aware of it.
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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: Secrets of a Different Kind
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Sunday, October 23, 2011. Secrets of a Different Kind. A certain something that I always knew. Was nearing my lips,. But never really reached them. It peeked. Searching, it asked you, sometimes it asked me. Asked for some words. Words that it could drape. And travel up to my lips. Wrap itself. In the arms of my voice and waltz. But this certain something is a feeling. A fragrance that floats in the air;. One that is speechless. I am aware of it.
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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: November 2009
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Sunday, November 15, 2009. To dust and back. Iron birds wish to fly. Triangles of them fighting to stay alive. Heaviest of lights unfolding under one breath. It will all come to a desolate end. Now that they have disappeared. A cruel time winter is. Time is stolen from us. Harsh and heaving on those beautiful wings. I stand here and stare at my last fragment of a dream. From rock piles and pebble paintings. I am once again frozen in scream.
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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: The Love Song of Shrestha G Mullick
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Sunday, August 14, 2011. The Love Song of Shrestha G Mullick. Making a move- the first one. Is often the hardest. The past rebukes and doesn't offer reconciliation. But I had to go. What called, and why I went, I do not know. Time was just the same. Fast and unforgiving. It always ran when we were together. Did the same again. I asked a thousand questions before I took that step. Bravery of a different kind, but pain like never before. Said it n...
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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: August 2011
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Sunday, August 14, 2011. The Love Song of Shrestha G Mullick. Making a move- the first one. Is often the hardest. The past rebukes and doesn't offer reconciliation. But I had to go. What called, and why I went, I do not know. Time was just the same. Fast and unforgiving. It always ran when we were together. Did the same again. I asked a thousand questions before I took that step. Bravery of a different kind, but pain like never before. Said it n...
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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: December 2009
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Friday, December 18, 2009. As I try through the looking glass. Colour and camouflage of the street. At a distance, flicker and flash. Alleys and lanes all lead to a beginning of another. Within the hustle and bustle. Faces among crowds, paces around corners. Daily death frosted in the eyes of a gazer. A raunchy life chiseled into a lost smile. Shouts and call-outs brewed somehow-. Structures of red brick and green windows. One of a kind. The Man...
