I am fucking philosopher bitch. You dont understand me and now you think I will just be waiter living in dorm rooms. No no No you need to widen your black hole to create universe. Yes it makes sense and it’s related to current conversation. Atleast reply even if you are dead. I will repoint gun to your face and you will smile like never before. Yeah Yeah okay. So what do you. Dream about when you die?. Its really unsolvable question like what do kids dream about ? A question hard to discover. We are just instances of some middle time we call it as life. A place from where we discover and impact stuffs but are we really able to conquer answer.
You seem really refreshed by my thinking right. OK let me take you to the journey of some places and passages I have been on...
For example if I should accept the philosophy of pure love or should I convert thoughts into contributions. This is driving me crazy."driving me crazy" an expression I wanted to write about but not what I felt in my consciousness.Interesting new thoughts are coming to point that this writing is directionless. Yet I am talking about it.I think I can talk about it a lot and break records of biggest talks.I am expressing nothing and imagining Ragnar sitting alone on the mountain top and getting ready for decision. He is gonna make impact. He is gonna have imagining all the deaths and brutality. He will decide it over current situation. Opposite to this I am speaking like panda and suddenly I imagined about Kira writing deathnote. This thought led to thought of my old writing and reading of it by another person. This was connected to me and mother leaving from grand parents home . Which I think was connected to the string memories of bag impact, current talk with mother and current talk with mother about brother's baggage and stuffs. I think they were remembered as connection they represent in frame. This thoughts reminding how first man creates impact of awkwardness and struggle with the help of camera and actions.It is still not about my journey right or is it?
So what do you think what created me as killer of you?Forget that let me tell you a story
It's Tuesday.Nope it's not it's Thursday. Why the hell you believe such things? This is not how yo start or do things but the thing is I dont like talking artificially . You know right or wrong, right?
Yeah my sentences , MY SENTENCES, M Y S E N T E N C E S, my sentence cees. It was beautiful opera of sentences. Yes it was just before some alphabets. OKAY OKAY no more focus in jokes. It is just a built up to strong characters and their story. I think you will keep this away from your kids because it's gonna get real dark. Darkest thing you will ever see. If you will notice this you are very intelligent person (pss Explained in very passive way that you think it's too personal to your intelligence (pss like no one will ever understand (pss just feel it( pss how many pss you need to feel this))). Wait wait wait story's gonna start,run and die.
But wait a bit let me throw some light on my intelligence.
I have hidden attitude of thinking things.I am always imagining things of past, future and responses. These are things never being there.I am imagining things and making my self sad that life is not my imagination but at the same time dancing in dance bar felt like generated feelings. This also means I will be unhappy in imagined reality. I think attitude of being genius which doesn't let me be in present. Its like fountain movie's crazy scientist.I am always judging my work rather then improving it. Yet this can also be my imagination. One thought from corner gazing me. This gaze revealing how dumb you are. Yet this can be attitude of being genius. I am always in hidden perspective. I think I will ruin my character but at the same time judging it as my character which is something.
Let's forget my innocent thinking and start story
Once there was a man like any other stories. He looked through dazzeling crowd around the bar. All human beings dancing and singing but he never felt as one of them. He saw him as the part of beautiful story's character like this one. So he kept looking for the beauty of the story. A beauty which could be the beauty of this story . He saw the beautiful woman hypnotizing him to come towards her. But he never knew the movement changed to now as she became part of his life. He was worker of words and she was the beauty in herself so as these natures considered the poems of lifetime imerged from bread to bombs. All were for one and all were by one. The man never knew the hypnotism was of one side. Now she broke the reality and drowned the man into reality. Where he was no longer the owner of his poem or her feelings. Reality imerged from illusion. She became the billionaire and he became the heart of poem's billion. The man asked "are they mine?". She replied "never will be". But god knows why the smile on man's face grew. He thought the poem so hypnotic even the world and judge cant understand the rightful owner. He felt the real love today and danced like god.
