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Welcome -  welcome - welcome. Welcome to the world of incoherence. Random ramblings of a near-sorted mind. I got my location changed and the surroundings are hard to figure. Were, actually. There is so much to see and learn in a place of accuracy and competitiveness. Blah that. What a feeling in my soul, love burns brighter than sunshine.

I have this thing in my head about lost memories and balanced confessions. Do you feel it? I had a sense of distortion that I never realized until I did that thing I did a month ago. Lol?

What was this about? Have I lost it? Or maybe I've lost touch. There is this idea about presence we have. Everyone is there, you know. In your head, around you, or on a virtual level. They are all there. Present. To make you feel something - good or bad - about them. And then comes judging. Ah, that crazy concept. Who cares, eh? But someone does. And if there is someone, then there is something to think about. And that is when you're in a loop. What?

Yeah.

So the presence is felt and the connection is made. Now comes conversation. Silence is okay. Silence is nice. You think everyone feels the same? I have no idea - they're so obscure about it. It's that frooged up judging thing methinks. My mind wanders. Day dreaming - zoning out. Blammidi blam blam bock. Yes I am, yes I will, because I can.

Now we lose interest. Haha. I thought I was the only one. What the froog is this man saying? I never want to listen. It's weird. Why talk when you're only pseudo listening? But it's that ground been setup. He makes jokes when he's uncomfortable. We all do. It's just to fill up any awkwardness. Social awkwardness - Ha! The whole point is about filling it up. There is no void, no - not all that emo crap. No, sir. It's all about the web of social pressure. You gotta do what you're supposed to do. Or rather, you gotta do what has been decided should be done. If you're yourself, you're not in. It has to be fake because whatever you want to do or whatever you want to say will be always misunderstood and misinterpreted in a way that you did not even think about. So your behavior is all well thought of. What to say to whom and what to do with whom.

So, children. When you find a person you can be yourself with and feel the comfort level and match your incoherence with - you're both high. You're high on reality. And once that base has been established - Koi dikuth ki baat nahi hai - Because that is what we're all seeking.

Wait - what?

Yeah.

Ramble

The world is full of people. There are people. Human beings which are just living creatures. Basic tasks performed and done. But the sad part enters itself when the mind plays its game. That is when everything and everyone changes. Anyway, froog that. It sounded like I was going somewhere with that. So I shall stop.

Why are you not smiling? What is it with this place. Faded and worn out faces. Things around me are too familiar and too comfortable. What do we need anyway? Do you think this is all done sober? What if it all has to do with that state of mind? What if one can do it without any herbal help? What if one can function the mind in such a way that it appears to the individual that the state of highness has been achieved? What is the point? I always miss the point.

What does it all mean? What is the answer to the question? How can that be any good? He wanted to find a way to answer the meaning of life and everything in the universe. Distraction. Lol . It all comes down to the lower part of it all. Down there is heaven. The meaning of our existence lies in the underneath. That is the answer. And here should the lesson end.

There is no secret. It all boils down to the state of being blank. Think hard and think away. I don't feel too good. Nausea arises. WTF. What are you doing. Where are you going. What is this about. Where is the point. What is my point. What is the point of it all.

Fly over

Let's go and see while he randomizes things. Let the people do what they have been meant to do. Let them stare and do their shitty best to figure out what our plans and intentions are. Let the people judge and care and understand what it not for them to judge or care or understand at all. Let them gobble down everything they feel is important for them, for it will keep them satisfied and happy and out of the way. Let them have the stuff they need to feel better about themselves so that they can move on and not bother about us.

So what was this about? Again? Hahaha. The thumbarom of the ghoplisootit and the blookabod was a zonkamom of a delfooq because that is what the jimbum is freeju about. You know what? Nothing at all. There is nothing at all. You will have nothing to do or say because there is nothing at all over here or over there where the sun booms. The light is darker on the other side as the day is not enough to lighter up your mood or whatever emotion you ride. Flavour is an essence which you will enjoy only when you condescend low enough to understand at that certain minimum level.

I can go with the flow. The flow is constant and the cosmic energy will bind the meaning together and present it to you in a colourful way. I shall now declare this absurd and blank. If it were meaningless and pointless, it would not have been able to express itself. Look carefully, there is a way and there is a way. Yes. Indeed.

Everything is now a thing. Think things and you will get it. Think tanks and you are there. Thoughts are infinite. They will remain and they will survive. The mind is vast and never empty. So think closely and think clearly. In the end, it all comes from there and everyone knows that. So you never realized the existence of what this is about? Robots will take over. What? Hahaha. Anyway. This is done.