Since i have been illuminated, and accepted as a brahman, i am able to count my blessings. Seventeen and thirteen and six are good numbers but not as good as one and five and seven and eight.
I should eat orange, and only wheat flour. I must listen to mantras being chanted like that. Rose flowers are nice.
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ॐ भूर्भुवः स्वः तत्सवितुर्वरेण्यं भर्गो देवस्य धीमहि, धियोयोनः प्रचोदयात्।
Her name was Mary Magdalene, she had a cat called Schrodinger and he was in love with Hesus the next door neighbor. Mary Magdelene was an alien hunter in disguise and worked with the Men In Black to undercover alien threats.
Mary Magdalene's neighbour was codenamed subject Lambda or just π. Just π had seen a sheep being tortured and murdered in his childhood and thus had gained special powers due to the affect of that trauma. He had special powers of becoming a sheep from a human whenever he wanted to by wearing a sheep costume called haveyouanywool.
One day while Mary Magdelene was keeping eye on just π while he was brushing haveyouanywool, as the MIB watched from their google glasses. They saw just π crying. When she reached just π and asked him about the reason for his crying he said that he is not feeling well as if something is going to happen. They both run towards the field to realize that aliens were drinking milk of the cows, as oxen danced on Michael jackson songs.
Salvador was best friends with Al. Al was a good guy and Salvador was better. They both went camping and Salvador started digging a grave for himself near the camp. "Why?" Al asked Salvador. Salvador smiled and kept digging the grave until his axe hit a hard thing. It was a statue of some God. They took out the statue and started worshipping it, dancing around like tribals. "Let me make Tang for you", Salvador says to Al, "you must be tired". He makes tang for Al and himself and they both replenish their lost energy. The statue of God starts levitating from the ground. A thunderbolt destroys their camp. "I'm pleased with your worship dance", a voice comes from the statue. "Then why did you destroy our camp?" asked Salvador. "Who the fuck uses an axe to dig the ground?", came the reply.
He lived near the asylum for the sane. Insanity had taken over the world, and his father was sent to the asylum, while his mother worked in the insanitorium of the teenage people.
He was called Destructo, he could never know why. He liked creating. He liked making paper animals, and animals from play dough. He liked making poems about his imaginary friend Barney the hippo.
One day in the playground he was playing with children of his age when he fell upon a girl by mistake. The girl became furious but smiled at him later.
The sky suddenly got filled with enemy bombers and a bomb dropped over the playground. Everybody died. Except him and a bunch of others.
He was caught and charged for summoning the planes. He was made the commander of Parachute Battalion of Child Corpses and was presented a water gun and a lunch box full of grenades.
"But i like to create", was all he could say in the midst of applause.
He had met her in a train. Trains are great places to meet strangers because they are places going places.
They were sitting besides each other when she asked him to open her bottle. He did, and with it he also uncorked his mouth. They got off at the same station.
He woke up on the bed covered in sweat. She was still sleeping. He did not even know her well.
He looks around and the green paint on the wall turns red. The walls start closing in and she disappears from the bed, leaving him into a cell the size of his bed.
He looks at the ceiling and sees a black goat drawn over it. The yellow eyes of the goat were gazing at him.
The cell suddenly becomes transparent and he sees her laughing at him, looking through the transparent wall.
She starts reading something from a book, finishes it, and then looks at him and says, "Sorry, my children are hungry!"
He turns into a black goat with yellow eyes.
Demitri had a tractor which he wanted to sell. Demitri's tractor was old and the maintenance was costly. He wanted to by oxen from the money he got by selling his tractor. He believed that his tractor was a piece of junk though his grandfather has bought it at a very high price in his times.
Demitris tractor consumed much diesel and broke down often leaving much of the work pending. Sometines Demitri used to get stuck midway while going to the city or coming back to the village. This irritated Demitri very much and thus one day he decided to sell his tractor.
He took his tractor to the city and directly went to a shop which dealt in old farm machinery. The deal was done. Demitri sold his tractor and came back to his house.
In a dimly lit room, he sits alone holding his guitar and puffing his cigarette. To be true, he himself feels like a cigarette, life is slowly smoking him up, he burns each day, seemingly giving life a kick out of it. "Fuck that" he tries to break the cycle of thoughts and starts playing his guitar. 'Ajeeb daastaan hai ye.... kahaan shuru kahaan khatam.... ye manzilein hain kaun si.... na woh samajh sake na hum.' He likes this song. There is no stage and he is his own audience. Doesn't matter. He keeps playing into the lonely night. 'Ajeeb daastaan hai ye... kahaan shuru kahaan khatam..' The night slowly fades away into the smoke.
