Dewwina Rathriyalli....

They are right here! Not rinsed in the blinking stardust of a moonless night. Not lurking in an abstuse alcove waiting to take you down. Not drenched in 40-year-old muck in a defunct tap on a deserted building. Not through the ups and downs of an electromagnetic field from the TV and the muck-girl with all that goo, poo and her circular voodoo.
Death is just a continuation of life, only unbeknownst to the whole world. You take the same few steps to the bathroom and the same number of strokes will clean the eternally yellow teeth and the same watery coffee at the mess. We just lead life like we always did and 'die' like we always will. The chain is an extended one, being a speck on that circumference that spans by an unimaginagly large radius. So it is freaky to know that when I am alive, the little mind games in the mind are not really games and funny they definitely aren't. Who said that the little nudge that caused the movement of the chains in the stairs at home wasn't supernatural.

These days have been good... nostalgia kicking up.... ran 10 (5-3-1-1) rounds today and also played some good bball with the team bros. Have sprints tomorrow,,, hope to win :P cheap thrills for sure and bragging rights :D..... want to write a great deal... no mood presently... signing off with some psychedelic shit from Philip Glass...

The Opening....

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