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He is a man who loves to write. Reams and reams of paper fallunder his pen as he writes. The people in the town call him thecount. I'm not sure if he really is a count but he's the richest man inthese parts and I guess that makes him count. He also funnily enough has asingle minded obsession with paper. The count owns land and on the land istimber and gigantic timber mills. Paper of every size

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I finally bought myself Sigh's brilliant Imaginary Sonicscape. This albumis just so damn good its quite unbelievable. The Slaughtergarden Suite isone epic piece of work and the different moods all just put a smile on myface. Sometimes a happy smile and at times a sad smile but damn, this isbrilliant. Yesterday I decided to pull out a few of my old AR tapes. The tape Ifinally decided to play was

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What did you see before the world went dark?One brief glimpse at Armageddon?What did you see, or did you sleep?Did you sleep through another Armageddon?What did you see before the world went dark? I always like leaving a space between the word andthe question mark but that damn Microsoft puts that horrible greenline when I do it. A bright sunny afternoon. A girl wearing awhite shirt and bue

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Lies, treachery a bag of tricksDead mosquitoes, cigarette ash, Sloth a favorite sinWater in a dirty glass, Ruptures on my skin, within, withoutSalvation Denied Buckets of bile, why?Because I can, I want, I mustSalvation Denied Fly me so highSo high as to curse the sun.Burn my eyes? Enough fire aroundSalvation Denied As soon as things settle down here, I'm going to take a vacation. Aproper nice

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Another wasted weekend slipped past me. It feels like the year so far hasjust been travelling from one weekend to the next and partying. Thats allthats happened in the first three weeks and I'm getting a little tired ofit. I think I'll go back to being a weekend warrior as well. This dailybusiness is getting me down. No more parties for some time too. I think fromthis weekend onwards I'll just

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The bells continue to ring. I have given up my search for the truth.Perseverance was never my greatest trait. Give me convenience or give medeath. Death is not an option and the bells are anything but convenient.Therefore I will take the only road open to me. Escape. Last night, I saw this shadowy figure sitting beside me. I keptgetting this feeling that I was not alone in my room. Strange. I've

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Things don't just go on it seems.Happy people don't stay happy. Luckily, the sad people don't stay sad.Atleast not all of them. Balance is achieved. Balance. The most important ofall reasons that this world still lives. If there is a God, He or She (don'tget your feminist panties in a bunch just yet Dear Diary) will be, must be,the God of Balance.So I guess things do go on after all. Give me

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Bored. Incredibly bored with no one to talk to. The gunslinger is busy withwork upstairs too. So damn bored. No work for except for one more meeting.That too should have happened almost two hours ago. I wonder what wouldhappen if I kept one of my damn clients waiting for 2 hours. There are some topics in this life that are best left untouched. I seem tohave a knack for bringing up these topics

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Another weekend passed by. Another good weekend. Saturday was spentlazingaround and doing absolutely nothing till we all got smashed in wormboy'shouse. Smashed beyond belief infact. A complete numbness overcame me ataround 2am and that was when I decided to go home. A friend came along andthat long drive just passed by like it was nothing at all. I lost completetrack of time and everything else

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They have a delightful ring to them. Peaceful yet disturbing. There is aposter of Burton C. Bell on my wall and the sound of the bells seem to comefrom there. Strange ? Ridiculous ? A bit of both actually. But mostly, justvery very scary.I have no idea where the damn sound of the bell is coming from. I have noidea what the sound is. My grandfather has an old wall clock and the bell onthat clock

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The skin on my palms continue to peel. They uncover soft pink flesh. Thehard brown callouses on my hand have long since been reduced to mereindentations. If I believed in destiny and fate, I would think that my fatewas being re-written before my own helpless eyes. Off course I mayjust be in need of some sort of cream for the skin and it may simply bea dryness that causes the peeling but lets not

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Paranoia runs rampant in mytemple. My acolytes spend more time looking over their shoulder insteadof washing my feet with their hair. My temple is dusty and crumbling. Thepaint is peeling off the walls. My acolytes have halved in number. I willforever remain a God but this new found paranoia is cause for worry. What dothey have to be paranoid about I wonder ? Sure, the world is not in verygood

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Yesterday another of my cousins got married. I missed the wedding andattended the reception from hell last night. It seems I am next in line toget married. This thought scares me a good deal. I also seem to be attendinga lot of marriages these days. Too many by far. Last evening was anything but swellAt times I felt like jumping into an open wellFreedom rang at the eleventh bellThis was the

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A very happy new year to all. A good two days and the party was goodfun too. Good booze, good food, good weed, excellent company and overallsome grand fun. Also some absolutely mind fuck events and the formation of anew chapter in my life. Unfortunately, being sworn to secrecy is quite ahandicap when you want to tell the whole damn world how great your newyear was. Still, better yto keep my mouth

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It seems like everytime I think I'm done, there's a little more to add inyou. This is without doubt the longest damn entry I've written. I may have made some friends over the New Year. Jack wants to meet for adrink and recap events. he's been wanting to meet for a drink for some timenow and while I've always thought of him as being quite a peaceful person,I've heard too many conflicting opinions

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For a while before thebottle smashing incident, I was feeling rather down. An intended call to therose didn't happen and it seemed like everything was just going out ofcontrol and I had no space of my own in my own place. Yasmin took it uponherself to entertain me. I may not like her much and probably never will butshe does seem to be a nice person. A contradiction there Ithink. Still, it was fun

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Another year passes byand we come that much closer to death. Oh, the futility of it all.What a terrible way tostart off an entry that should talk about two absolutely great days. The31st was a strange day. Came into work in the morning and and after fartingaround doing absolutley nothing for a long time except talk to the rose, andwait rather anxiously for a call from the Bombay Boys.After

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spaces between silencethat is all we are

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So I went to Bombay. My cousin got married there and I was present topartake in the festivities. A good 4 days it was too. Day one, wereached Bombay in the morning and after some spent freshening up I setoff with my mom, sis and a bunch of aunts/ cousins on a shopping expedition.Thankfully this was the only shopping expedition I was involved in. Laterthat day, an uncle held forth on the

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I don't know when you'll read this and if you ever will. Still I write thismore for myself than anybody else so here goes.You took away my sunglasses of black and grey and replaced it with thecolours of the rainbow. You make me smile, you make me laugh, you make myheart go pitter patter, you make me talk. You taught me things I did noteven know existed. you made me think that I was not dead

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I woke up at 6am today and could not go back to sleep. A sprained neck anda stiff stiff body is what I woke up with. Not very nice I say. I probablyslept the wrong way although I may have been raped by a demon. I hope I justslept the wrong way. The weekend was very chilled out. Lots of coffee, lots of food and lots ofwasted time. Saturday, the original coffee kvlt got together in honour ofthe

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So my bombay trip has been chopped in half. I'm rather angry right now andwould like to scream. Unfortunately I can't so I'm just sitting here andwriting in you. Grit my teeth and write. I kicked a chair in my office todayand it didn't even make me feel any better. This is the anti-zone. Evrythingthat can go wrong will go wrong. Hopefully, I can go to Bombay with a smileon my face. Hopefully.

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Yesterday this rather beautiful insect came into my room. It was tiny andseemed to be made up of two wings that had the colours of the spectrum onit. Tiny legs and a body that was obscured by these 2 wings that seemed tobe multi-layered. Quite beautiful. Unfortunately the mess it left on mywallet when i squashed it was anything but beautiful. The stain on my walletis still there i think. Why

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So I was off from work yesterday and I decided to see a movie. The movieinfact picked me and I ended up watching sleaze king Kashinath's movie,"meese iruwa ganasige demandappo demandu" which roughly translates to "Amanwith a moustache is always in great demand."Now Kashinath is a film maker who tries to put in socially responsibletopics in his films while targetting the front benchers and the

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Yesterday the menon and I went to Anekal. There, for the very first timethe dealer was outside the on the road. After the score, on our way out, westopped to exchange pleasenteries with the dealer. We were offered a plateof half cooked kababs and after the gulping down of the same, the dealertells us that he's been drinking all day with a bunch of friends causeanother friend of his had just died.

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