Impressive

The ice cream cake has layers, it isn't called cassata for nothing. The input filters through judgement, all of them, to reach the consciousness where you judge it, this time with basis but by this time the input has totally disfigured and you try to make to with it trying to form a response, an output. You try to balance yin and yang and the world erupts into a pandemic and it all stems from Greek gods and goddesses a locus plague, an ant infestation, a doctor being hanged at the town square with his degree being scrutinised through an infinite bureaucratic process as the blackhole of bureaucratic red tapes moonlight as police line do not cross. It starts with a noir antihero trying to be a romantic chocolate boy, it doesn't work. Harry Potter lives in an attic with cobwebs in his memory, remembering parseltongue of his ancestors. Greek gods are jealous and they are actually Mephistopheles, infinite versions of him, playing with Velcro nicotine patches to your leg hair that once you shaved in your childhood. Goals are clear, win yourself before conquering others and know that victory will still evade because victory as a concept is a make-believe, winter wonderland then turns out to be a better version of make-believe. Shit floats in the flooded regions of urban bihar while caste markers on the rears of car assert identity, and it's all about indentity, it always has been. The qwerty keyboard gives an illusion of Blackberry but Blackberry fucks off from the sight and finds a place in the entertainment system of car. This is the best way today, fucking off from the sight and you decide to do that to, like Nokia did and now makes shit that has fucked off from the sight. You walk with the beloved in the narrow lanes of Punjab town and you feel like a tea seller, or (better) worse, a gutka seller. Mars has rovers waiting but here you see a deathmatch with six frags left where monkeys are killing insects with supersonic missiles and sometimes rocket launchers. You strafe. You are safe, well, as much as you can feel it. It's all in the feeling you know.