End Userilliterate people here perhaps think that European people for chatting on the internet are roaming spirits who are trapped in the local internet and phone exchange...and when there is no internet means that the ghosts break away from the entrapment, and that they are slave spirits of dead people to chat and mingle with online, and that the photos and personal matter we upload of ourselves on internet contain a part of our soul, negative or positive and that those can be tamed and used as slave post our death.....in that way internet might be actually a huge occult net, and roaming about in ether...roaming, flying spirits, summoned at call, and perhaps its a sophisticated seeming gadget harnessed spirit enchanted occult, harnessed to common people on a fee..as no one knows where and how internet servers function and where they are located..in that way you are also a spirit, and a slave to the internet ministry and are fed by feed from living soul end user operators like meEnd User4 hours ago in Letters More Like This
everyone you meet is a personyou had a soulmateeveryone you meet is a person9 hours ago in Letters More Like This
together for fourteen years, you saw his gaze go glassy on screen
you heard his voice crack
because he remembers what you shared,
who you were or could have been
and he goes quiet when he says you would've loved all of this
the flowers spreading outwards so that
soon, they will walk to work amongst petals scattered around
find warmth and solidarity in the coffee cup they hold in their hand
you should have been alive to see it
Eurasian Economic Union. 01.01.2015Евразийский Экономический Союз будет сформирован 1 января 2015 года и чтобы не допустить этого, сейчас используются ВСЕ возможные рычаги воздействия на Россию, начинаяEurasian Economic Union. 01.01.201513 hours ago in Letters More Like This
Core BoreMy friend from Bombay college insisted me an idea that; artists in art industry are treated as labourCore Bore18 hours ago in Letters More Like This
It induced a thought trail in my mind:-
A young man mad in love of a young girl...The young girl is taken away from him, or maybe she was a dead girl..and the artist or labourer young man keeps on getting mad in her love and seeking her under ground...he keeps on digging and digging in his sole love..he never can realise that the girl is gone forever, that she is dead..
Some or the other kids and appreciators of his work come near the hole he has dug, they sing a loo and motivate him, speak to him, caress him, but all just temporary....people come and go, digger keeps on digging...he is chasing his hope..almost forver...the deeper he digs the closer to burning memories and the burn of cheating he finds....but someday he will make an earth diagonal tunnel or he will give up...
If he gives up, he is pulled out with a rope and he is entitled back his earth life again...
If he makes the wo