| To Leap Visualised by archtomato On Wednesday, February 29, 2012 at 0:00 Hrs | Minimum B.S.
Leap Year 29022012. No Post today.
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| And yes I am a Dreamer Visualised by archtomato On Saturday, February 25, 2012 at 19:00 Hrs | Minimum B.S. Ok ok, Stephen Edwin King once wrote, “Nightmares exist outside of logic and there is little fun to be had in explanations”. Nightmares are antithetical to the poetry of fear. In the horror story the victim keeps asking why. But there is no explanation and there shouldn’t be one. The unanswered mystery is what stays with us the longest. And it is what we will remember in the end. I have always had a vivid imagination but this dream unsettled me. It was wild, dark and weird even by my standards. So yes it began with a dream. Following a typical nightmare pattern, I was late, desperately trying to reach my destination; A Light house, for some urgent reason that I couldn’t remember. I had been driving too fast down a coastal road to get there. I had seen the hitchhiker too late. He was dead, I was convinced they would put me in jail and i would never see her again. Suddenly his body was gone. I was in shock from the crash and could hardly stay on my feet. But i knew i had to get to the light house. The light house, i knew there was something important waiting for me there. She was there, but I couldn’t remember her face or her voice. All that I could remember were fleeing memories of golden smiles, and graceful but subtle hand movements. And so i ran, towards the light house. My name is Archtomato, and yes, I’m a dreamer. Cheers. |
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| Darth Juice Visualised by archtomato On Tuesday, February 21, 2012 at 16:54 Hrs | Minimum B.S.
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| Or maybe its just a fluke Visualised by archtomato On Sunday, February 19, 2012 at 15:35 Hrs | Minimum B.S.
You may think that certain events in your life just happen, they are just a fluke. And maybe they are, for a lack for an explanation or a better understanding. But here’s the thing, a fluke is also one of the most common fish in the sea. So if you go fishing for a fluke, you may just catch one.
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| Gross Visualised by archtomato On Wednesday, February 15, 2012 at 22:57 Hrs | Minimum B.S.
And by gross, i mean income before expenses. Not Pamela Anderson with a Staph Infection.
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| Looking for U Visualised by archtomato On Tuesday, February 14, 2012 at 0:00 Hrs | Minimum B.S. The Persian poet Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Balkhī once said, “The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.”
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| Clustered pair of co-incidences Visualised by archtomato On Tuesday, February 7, 2012 at 22:20 Hrs | Minimum B.S. Ok ok, Have you ever noticed that coincidences come in clusters? Every now and then I hit a cluster of coincidences that make me question my delusions about reality. I’m tempted to concoct an entirely new set of delusions just to make it all square up. My current view of reality is that I’m in a coma someplace and this apparent reality is my dream. And i am dreaming in my dream. Its been a year and I have dreamt the exact same scenario 3 times now and I’m yet to be any closer to say what i have to say or do what i have to do, or even get the kind of response i felt so keenly i would get. A part of me wants to push forward, yet the other fights to maintain status quo. Of course, there are many more weird but good dreams within my dream. The “good ones” are so bizarre that I generally don’t share them anymore because no one believes me when I do. In my coma theory, the little runs of coincidences are the defects in my otherwise perfect delusion. For example, the other day i was at Mustafa buying some floor mats, and then i hear my name in the intercom asking me to go to the CIS centre just as i stepped into the store. What are the chances that they would call out my name the moment i step into the store. I interpreted the experience to mean that the real me – the one in the coma – was getting a sponge bath. Okay, it gets weirder. I’m sitting at the taxi stand waiting for a cab. My secondary mission that day was to pick up a some gadget from the store. I had totally forgotten about that until a couple of teens sitting next to me started discussing about which gadget is better. What is the chance of 2 school kids talking about light saber umbrellas on a very hot day? So I’m writing about coincidences as a lucky coincidence happens that totally saves me. I interpret this to mean that the real me – the one in the coma – is being sponge-bathed again, this time in my favorite spot. What’s your strangest coincidence? And how long have you been in your coma? Cheers. |
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| Information Transmission Visualised by archtomato On Thursday, February 2, 2012 at 0:00 Hrs | Minimum B.S. ok ok, Information wants to be free Zero distance This is what is going to disrupt everything you hold dear in the years to come…work with it or perish… The Enemy (you know who you are) Cheers, |
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