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Friday, September 23, 2011

Another Cellphone Dump, A Month And A Week Later

Forewarned is forearmed, and so I stay prepared for everything by expecting nothing – in a term longer than the next 6 hours. It’s tough for me to be a radical at this point. 1834 hours, 20 august 2011. “But how can one be warm alone?” – Joseph Heller We just developed these concepts because we ‘evolved’ into ‘societies’, or, self-supporting groups. [Yet all over the world, knowledge transfer takes place from older to younger…] One day isn’t enough. Make it everyday. Being contemporary humans, we are constrained to live our cosmically short lives out on earth. Damn! The upside-down smack-in tattoo flowers in Sanawar. I’d like to be burned off after all eligible organs have been utilized at the crematorium near SmartCube. SMBD: Explain the dart. It’s important for me to come to terms with myself if time has to pass. What shouldn’t be done is…unclear. I say rat-races should not be entered into. I must always uphold the ‘each to his own’ proverb. :P It is the notion of paying others for their physical labor that is responsible for the present extent of human proliferation. [t9 say, Prolifeicration] 1530 hours, 12th August ‘11. This is right after the previous. Message memory still not full. My azad pad memoirs...  I’ve let so many things go, and yet so many remain… There is no way like the highway. I have had a ‘t’hing for ‘t’he le’t’’t’er ‘t’ for qui’t’e some ‘t’ime now. Two minutes in the metro and already I’m glad I’ve brought Trainspotting along. Let alone being a breeze-through I had erroneously presumed it to be, it is like learning a new language – dialect, at least, for the convenience of the structuralists.  The unsaid lies behind the bite. The worst thing about unknown fuckers is that they bring other unknown fuckers. :P Mea culpa… The increasing money-value of life, example Dr Lal Pathlabs. A person is a naturally incomprehensible thing to try and figure out. I look at material things because they can’t stare back. 1100 hours, 17th August 2011. I have nothing to complain about, as I glance over the books I own. What’s in a name? Why so serious? Immortality, I think, has been achieved.  This ties in neatly with my nothing-to-complain-about rant. The reason for the decimal system is our ten digits. If I die prematurely, remember Fateh Pal Singh Sidhu, Satya, and Vivek Gupta, and feel glad that at least I was alive longer than these excellent – but less fortunate than me – people. What the hell is a mixyz? t9… Yay…message memory full, with this stupid msg, designed to just avoid eye contact… Sight is obviously not an illusion or imaginary, else born-blind people would have a separate world. Similar for other senses, and the possibility of a shared experience emerges.
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