Set the head rolling
Kick off a brand new past
To find a mood to a natural
or real to wiggle out a future

Do it, do it, do it
The old hag shouts

Abstract concepts die
No words running the sky
In a line I ride
I can I say
So I keep writing stars new

Do it, do it, do it
The old hag shouts

A chain knew
But never the thoughts
The life and
The movement of life
I'm nuts
I'm nuts
Where did I come 
Where did I go

Do it, do it, do it
The old hag shouts

Black crows lie
They fly low and stay hungry 
A fever runs high
I feel the heat
I know I'm alive
Let me love
Let me do
Do it till I die

Do it, do it, do it
The old hag shouts

Where did I come
Where did I go
Set the head rolling
Kick off a brand new past

Feels like feeling nothing
Back on back
Relaxed to take no step

Not together
Not in a life, just a
A process in some head
Your or mine

Feels like feeling nothing
Back on back
Relaxed to take no step

Face to face a
Mirror stands 
A street that promised had
no list,
A wise man follows

Feels like feeling nothing
Back on back
Relaxed to take no step

I am all over
Playing to some storm
Standing by my own
Under celestial music dead

Feels like feeling nothing
Back on back
Relaxed to take no step

Jhoot.

Joothe Tickto pe chute lamhe,
Lamho ko ab sach bata dije,
Laut aaye jo rote veerano se, unhe,
Darwaaz-e-dastak ka ab tho pata dije

Two movies.

Moneyball : ok for watch. Specially if you want to know how an individual took on the establishment in baseball.

Paranormal activity 3: went to the premier; that's 3 hours and money in liquids wasted and time at a chore wasted.

Ch 2: April 1st, I change, but I don't (Part 1)

"Kaia, Kaia" where are you?

The sound of ones own voice in memory retains a vibration; without the nuances of the voice. The voice of memory, is a longing, to re-imagine what is lost, something that indulges in a recollection of the original emotion, while experiencing a compliment with its own beauty. A beauty that is the only purpose of recollection, for now, you could stand detached to the original memory.

Its a peculiar recollection. In it one finds his voice, without the noise.

And it was all noise when I had first called out. I was always agitated when I ran looking for Kaia. The agitation born out of a world turned upside down for a minute, or two, before it regained composure.

It is odd, I never thought of the question itself, I always knew where to find her. Getting there was a problem, my legs never seemed to carry me fast enough. An inconsolable cry, that would, in my certainty only settle when I reached her doll house, or her plant in her garden. Or perhaps I was inconsolable so I could run looking for her? Its difficult to tell now, for the dust has settled on all my fears.

When I found her, we played, we pretended, we fought. She never asked me about my agitation when I got there, and I might have mentioned an inconsequential in the passing. It was a ritual and we both knew what we had to do.

On some evenings, she might come to watch me play. She would make no noise, just watch us play, me and my friends. Everyone would notice her in her pretty pinks. Even then she had the presence of a silent force. Tom, would always call out and ask her if she would play, she would smile, rather dismissively, and look at me. Like a declaration that she was already in her game.

I was rather good, in everything I did. For her it was like she had nothing to do.

Codnt.

Rearrange experiences as what you do next may not be born from past.

The chemist of this planet have kept quiet. They don't like flashy physicist who now talk nonsense.

Can the stone under my foot know how much it suffers? I left it alone on the road where I stepped on it.

Nature began for all. My nature to my neighbors nature came from all nature. Nature is defined as a limit till rationality proves it to be limitless.
Anti-pragmatist are not humans. They talk of humans to be a super man. In reality I have to design my life.

No way out actually gives a way out. Deal with it as it is beyond our control. Free is how the order appears. What appears has to have matter. Sensations too come only from matter. Human touch adapts to all and reduces all to past concepts.