বৃহস্পতিবার, ১৯ মে, ২০১৬

An order

We all are blind, an order is the glass of our blind eyes. An order utters its presence just to adorn the blind eyes and make an ego station to draw the limit faculty of the man's grocery. Order makes us in a scene that is known as a satisfaction. There is nothing to be satisfied as we are the result of nothing.

Body, figure, structure, gesture are nothing but so called class room you know. Class room is the deep dark of the illiteracy. Illiteracy is bestowed on the autopsied match and so bubble intercept.

Man does smile that is handed over the time to time, man does tell a truth that is a custody to growth and growth. What is the unique? What is the mind blowing, what is mine over me? Nothing, just nothing, just a shit my dear Mr fair. 

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