As I was thinking of writing a blog, I passed by an idea, that an idea can actually change your life. But in love we normally say one life is not enough, while talking of enough- the minds commit enough chain reaction that can delude lesser minds to a distorted fields of virtual reality. Driving through such highways and watching the blissful wind manicure the paddy fields gives you eternal delight.
But then I remembered that I forgot to buy the mixer enamor for the paint of my room and maybe the melty man was weaving another iniquitous plan to assault the shiny mispainted rooms of my mind and heart.
But I have been so indolent all these days that all these rage sets me to a parallel universe where I let my giggle loop surmount in all mine & thine pain.
Whereas pain redirects me to my new found love and fantasy- gain.
"A bird in hand is worth than two in the bush"(not Mr. Push).
Accounting the certainty that there are more then one bird in the bush and the time taken to take them out. Then compare this cost with the available bank loan to buy similar bird(Local policies can override). And paying the reasonable VAT(yes, this is value added tax, although there's no value left).
Now that you have made some profit, it's time to take aunty to buy some sweets. So I take her to the K'aunty Sweets.
Please don't run away I will give you the chance to hit me personally, with the egg
But not all the moments of "your" life are sweet, so the only thing that persisted in sweetness was- Sweet child O' mine. The awesome guitar solo still teaches you the basic- Every Bad Guy Deserves An Egg.
It's pure chance that you get a beautiful neighbor & as we all know and apply- Love thy neighbor & Beat your kids (Russell Peters)... But a true artist can beat his kid, as the paintings of Picasso embroidered with the grace of movements of salsa as the kid prime the beat by uttering the measures of melancholy strain.
But the climax is no ordinary as it stages a duel between the streak and the dark cloud of madness. Madness???, This is Spaaa.... Oops. But suddenly you realize that King Leonidas died for 300(that such a low count at Dow). And behold the pan-arena is the age of "Arm-strong &Weaky-Pedia"...
But then I remembered that I forgot to buy the mixer enamor for the paint of my room and maybe the melty man was weaving another iniquitous plan to assault the shiny mispainted rooms of my mind and heart.
But I have been so indolent all these days that all these rage sets me to a parallel universe where I let my giggle loop surmount in all mine & thine pain.
Whereas pain redirects me to my new found love and fantasy- gain.
"A bird in hand is worth than two in the bush"(not Mr. Push).
Accounting the certainty that there are more then one bird in the bush and the time taken to take them out. Then compare this cost with the available bank loan to buy similar bird(Local policies can override). And paying the reasonable VAT(yes, this is value added tax, although there's no value left).
Now that you have made some profit, it's time to take aunty to buy some sweets. So I take her to the K'aunty Sweets.
But not all the moments of "your" life are sweet, so the only thing that persisted in sweetness was- Sweet child O' mine. The awesome guitar solo still teaches you the basic- Every Bad Guy Deserves An Egg.
It's pure chance that you get a beautiful neighbor & as we all know and apply- Love thy neighbor & Beat your kids (Russell Peters)... But a true artist can beat his kid, as the paintings of Picasso embroidered with the grace of movements of salsa as the kid prime the beat by uttering the measures of melancholy strain.
But the climax is no ordinary as it stages a duel between the streak and the dark cloud of madness. Madness???, This is Spaaa.... Oops. But suddenly you realize that King Leonidas died for 300(that such a low count at Dow). And behold the pan-arena is the age of "Arm-strong &Weaky-Pedia"...
