Incineration of soul with antagonism often
credits the incredible insufficiency of my material sociability. Sometimes, it’s
really hard to survive the inessentiality of a stupid “mob” especially when you
know incongruous codes of their guises and play. They are all self-trained thespians of a
floating opera; a masquerade enacted for material gratifications. Their
lineaments are of folly and their masks are of self-declaring clowns of self-mockery.
Polluted smiles from their hollow façade
crucify my existential credos on the 'altar of "Frailty"', what 'he' once called. It is true that a dead fly causes the ointment
of the apothecary to send forth a stinking smell.
UPDATED : I saw her first on 26 January 2009 : This post was written on 18/03/2013: 06:42 PM : And i said what i wanted to say on Wednesday, May 22, 2013 6:18:00 AM : I met her in person on 16/8/14: 12:07 PM, the craziest thing I've ever done in my life! They say I am crazy 'cause I am in love with the crazy utopia. "Crazy Utopia" could be a person or her, obviously her, thoughts or even her existence. Each day i born new and likewise my love for her is new. I know her for the past five years and i am in love with her from that very point of time whence the "past five years" started. I've decided a myriads and myriads of times not to think of her ever and for never. But, I still keep thinking of her. I, personally, maintain a very secret creed that hails the uncertainty of time. She's a proponent of Crazy Utopia and she's a crazy Utopian too. I feel great whenever i thin
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