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1 " He missed her like an asphyxiating man misses breath involuntarily,yet inevitably "
― Teufel Damon
2 " Her touch removed the presiding air, landed on the quiescent surface of his skin, warm touch diffused, and suffused in lakes of his morosity; dyed his every molecule, placing her in his empty spaces, declaring 'meaning' against the very existence. "
3 " Beauty is scandalous sir! It takes away a man's reason and cedes him unreasonable fervor. For you see sir! A man profligate as me; has found in this destitutionthat a reasonable man is more likely to lead acontent life. That's the best a man can be sir, content.Especially an eternally dejected man, such as myself.Who has lost his ability to be pleased. "
4 " I am in the native land of hypocrite sir! These men and women of principles; I loathe them. I can scorn at a man disdainfully and forget him. Man is filth, sir! he is dutibound to be filthy. While I believe women are chaste, these principles they confine themselves to make them indelicate and hateful. A beautiful woman sir! Stupefying beauty should not be sole possession of one rodent. God created beauty or maybe he did not, but in it's most primitive state, it belonged to everyman before these principles; these God forsaken principles plagued us. Do you believe in God sir? Oh you do! I can tell that by your expression. Sir! God is not of principles, if he were, world would be just. And I belive, no; actually i know God isn't of principles because He will punish me for years for just one glass; this one glass of wine, you bought me, whereas I deserve far lesser punishment. It is empty sir! I can see the bottom of the glass and depth of my wretchedness in this glass. Perhaps another time sir! I am drunk now, and I don't want to squander this temporal leave. "
5 " Under the purple sky,fulgent stars,in subdued moonlight,surrounded by blinding darkness,on dewed grass,bare feet,I'll kiss you,I'll kiss you, to the testimony ofstars and skies.I'll kiss you as such that love will erectfrom the soil,and coil around us,and our clays would become one. "
6 " Human impotence necessitates art. "
7 " He leaned in, held his breath so as not to make a noise, went close to her, inhaled the scent that emanated from the pores of her forehead; inhaled the air that bounced back from her head. He stopped there, listening intently to the blood flowing, heart beating, pulse pulsating, her hair drifting slowly below her ear resting where the carotid artery was. He closed his eyes as if picturing everything. Like a dexterous doctor discerning the malfunction in a patient or an adroit maestro listening to every note to discern where the one note is missing.He stacked everything neatly in his head, still the intent hearing continued. Finally, a smile came to his face just as easily as breath came to him. A ecstatic smoke rose in his head, he had heard the murmur of her thoughts, she was in a peaceful world now. She had drifted into slumber, through the doors to the dream worlds, nothing was troubling her now.He was filled with an air of comfort and triumph, he was there when she needed it. He was happy that nothing bothered her anymore, how he wanted to ostracize the world just a few moments before!? He wanted to drag this drab world out of her dreamy gleaming eyes, petal covered, almond eyes.She was stumbling in her own world now, as he sat beside her bed.He kissed her forehead, whisked the world with those thin lips of his; he whisked that pile of rubble.He leaned to the side and below, not knowing which side; right or left, it didn't matter; whispered in her ear: "I love you". A smile played on her lips as if she heard that. Again he kissed her forehead, had a good look at her closed eyes. His taverns, he thought; where he got drunk, placed so adjacent to each other.He was happy, that she was happy, she was happy so he was happy. The rest of the world didn't matter; No! No! There was no "Rest" she was his world the whole and entire of it, there was no "Rest of the world".He got up collected his phone, which played slow Beethoven, turned it off, switched the lamp off, pulled the blanket over her, got up, patted the dog along, made out of her room; into her balcony. He didn't want to go yet, he stood there as many thoughts danced in front of him, slow in the moonlight. "
8 " The only thing, the sole thing I am proud of , is book reading; rest is just absurd paraphrasing. "
9 " Does the first slanting ray of light; not lie?Catapulted from the arching mountains, into a small stinking dungeon, peeking through the curtains; humming lies. Lies land on the ears like an autumn leaf- falling every so gently to no breeze of the dawn. "
10 " She had caught him like a visceral disease which grew and spread inside him. Her presence was the remedy, her absence filled the air. He had grown used to her like a queasy, a sick man to his medicine; just like it happens then, the more of her was the less of her. "
