Experience My Life

I went down that road again today just crawling winding down those inner lanes then not able to make my mind. Only then crossed a few roads circles then just kept walking on the escape route out of here. When I reached the highway in slippers my confidence was low or was I dreaming. Then as I went down that highway out of the city I flung that fiendish sir icon into the exiting traffic out of here, so that in symbol it would never find me again. It was like a black curse that I lived with. How long would it take shape in? Some more years I guess.

God created man. Then he created woman. There is so much pain in this world. When I was in marooned dark city I could only have a dream of you just nightmares though. Everyday here I could not tell what would happen here. In dirty under passes and empty flyovers of this diserted city there was no life nobody was alive. Just these machines lurking in all over this place. They would draw me out into an arena where heavy gear machines would just have blood on their hands as they honked raced past me, making me scream.

Then I saw your photo in bikini you looked like a God, so beautiful like my saviour. As night drew the machines just kept crawling as they just wanted to draw me out into the open. So I hid in empty rooms with no electricity used underground tunnel systems to avoid going outside. Even though I haven’t met you I call you honey. I loved you all this while when machines crawled this dark city looking for you, their missing link to finding me. I hid you somewhere where loge central won’t be able to find you.

This is the time of the year when the natives or R people start making the air thick smoggy and dry for me. The temperatures start rising and nothing works. They start bringing me into a depression region where the icon सिर starts showing up and I start turning into a real person. But all this entails a mishap for me. So I should stay hydrated and well fed during this delicate period. I am not able to produce enough me to render this summer icon and die because of shortfall. Recovery takes a while. This episode is actually connected to watching R or काले during the previous fall. That’s when I should avoid watching R. Now summer is the hindsight period of fall when mishap will be incurred because I watched R. Vortex dos.

Our park out side has two birds. They have many children in their nest. Then they have more of egg hatchinglings in the society. These birds bring in seasonal changes, outside perception orientation of how nature is churning weather seasons and temperature. Sun light is dependent on clouds and how high sun reaches till noon based on time of year here. Smoggy sunny rainy dark thunder storm like weather is observed here around the year. Hot dry winds blow that are signs of low population that bring emotional ups and downs.

I don’t have a past have no future here. As soon as I come here I die. So I’m a ghost for them, and they are not real for me, we just watch each other on tv. They see me in their central icon called sir. I see them never, only in wahem. This predicament is never ending I live in fear that they’ll find me one day in their icon and I’ll die because I’ll become real for them and I’ll die for some icon here then. This I have to avoid, then they start turning me into an icon that I only emulate but I’m not. So I achieve nothing it’s only crosstalk for me or another icon called bringing somebody here. I get nothing from here. They are not real for me at all. But they come to take and give me an icon that will keep me away from getting hayed here. I start turning into an icon for a while but get duped as soon as they get me and they start causing a mishap that I have to take, which I call rendering. This is an endless loop, nobody dies we only cover up.

These icons here know a lot about supernatural stuff too. Their home is the natives who built the universe and their modern successors the R. They teach us a lot of things like Dr Shaw who was an icon too. They are even parents to humans or me. So we are born in an alien universe. They taught me that they built the universe out of haye and they the people of haye. Politics is all the people or loge. It’s encoded in genes who is king and who would be knight, and who dies and how lives. They are all arrogant species. What they are after is humans, and how they get me is through the central loge icon called sir. Each of these icons on meeting me quickly connect with each other and bring in the sir, who renders me. And I die. So I give him me to kill.

These loge earlier known as cod now known as dos or R are not real people, they just switch from one icon to another until they get me here through the सिर icon where they want a mishap that unleashes social R. They are inherently gelous of man so they in their binary have to cause a mishap through society એટ અલ.

Stuff like hitech कंप्यूटर science quora R24 f24 science doctor gov TV remote. Movies or fiction related to space science brothers USA Aliens India parents money banks married people. Please don’t use or explore such topics. Remember when I had a life here I used to work on such things only. Now on hindsight only those things turned out to be loge central or sir. Just don’t let loge of here ever get this icon and bring me here. I should remain a ghost for them.

Following a routine of track walking outside getting सिर inside in evening watching R everyday is no longer supported here. It is a discontinued icon here. Yet they try to bring it back inside using &. Beware and stay aloof.

For everything you do here you’ll need an icon. They’ll provide one rest assured. Once you’ve done your icon, it will bring you here to a mishap or loge coming. Both will feel like not getting anything or being left behind alone in a house. A mishap could follow too. This is the unified behavior of icons that they all work for icon you call a loge central or sir. But icons for every little thing do exist and they all converge to the central loge icon we call sir, the one who brings the mishap unto me. But turns out to be a father or dad for me. So I died for dad.

These indigenous lifeforms cannot be spoken too. They are not real. So they have to be communicated to using a cover up that they provide which I call echelon. From appearances one can be deceived and they have to be given using an echelon called F2 and others derived from it like a computer game called Hitman. Otherwise I can get hayed on direct approach. They have to be kept arrogant too. But it’s all fake they are not real, only icons are real. You can think of these echelons as icons too.