This one goes to frequent visitors....

As a travel diary of forlorn farceur you get a weird sense of possessiveness over the man, which makes you see the obvious truth ! you aren't alone..

He brought me along with his seaside excursions last week and the pen bled more black ink onto my pages[actually the keyboard, forgive my exaggeration].

I am the blog called "myxynia.blogspot.com" Let me narrate to you one of my versions of things instead of what he usually writes. Its mostly when others slumber or are in passive modes when he logs in and types in the fictitious stories he is very good at. The writings are usually accompanied by simultaneous play of songs which like his thoughts are more of waves on a dry beach. On one occasions or two, i think i sensed that he can read my thoughts just like i do.... maybe it has to do something with the inebriated states of thoughts that we both share at the moments of precipice. Please excuse me for my exuberance but how often does a blog get to express itself ?

"the great gig in the sky" was the song which rang till it died out in my ears, the melancholy tunes and the tenors still make me cringe now when i think of how and what he wrote. He was on a vacation trip and what more could he have asked for than the jolt to his state of marooned consciousness than a sight of desperation ?

Here is his version :
"As i walked besides the crimson reflections of the sky and thoughts, a precise high pitch dissent of a woman invaded our tranquility. The shore was agitated and lashed out a whiff of mist accompanied by bigger drops of water,thus expressing by landing bunch small futile splashes on the two figurines in distance from me.It could have been my imagination as well. I on the other hand could either watch them or continue my walk and thinking about them. I decided to watch.

Both of them were quite agitated, if not on their own then the whiplashes of the waves at this high tide. Hands in the air and pointing to a particular place beyond the beach. Could this be a feud which just ensued either of their spotting the other ? or is this an older issue which just took one of them by surprise ?

One pushed the other and i saw the other falling down...

Clearly a matter of conflicting interests, but what exactly ? The one who pushed now repents, the figure slowly changes posture to a defensive and retiring one. I thought both were women by the voices. They were indeed so as i saw two women in water sitting and contemplating. The figure who pushed the other, suddenly got aware of my presence. She lunged away from the fallen girl (now i could see , she was just a kid). She ran ...and not looking back ... i could understand she wanted to look back but just couldn't.

That was how i officially got into the business of these people. Should i have shown interest ?
if i ask my friends they'll tell me all possible angles of it....and choose the safest alternative of being aloof. Thats how the world thinks !!!

They call it taking a "risk" ! ...

Now even if i tell you stories of so many people taking great risks and becoming known for that, you'll just revert back to being nonchalance , the very logical choice.

Was my choice to walk on the correct one ?
"

Let me totally call this guys bluff here ! he wasn't really "just" watching, he really knew very well what was going on there...
To be really frank every one of you would have understood what went on.. but the only way you'll present these facts is by distancing and putting some more fancy words to justify yourself. To be a third person is to be really blessed, i understand this...but to beg your pardon, this is the first bloody time i got to speak at all !

What friggin interest of yours would it have served to be ever so complex about everything you express ? I ask this of Mr. Hallowed FF..

Complacency gets a real promotion when you get older...its sometimes called being careful..or even "mature". You tend to think long term only on those incidents when you could put your arse on the line and help anyone else apart from your own. Why is this wisdom so appreciated ?.

Forlorn Farceur doesn't really fit into my anger framework very well.... you would know soon, why not.

"... i took my own time in taking a good look at the scene and continued my walk after a bit of watching. Man ! i thought, Heisenberg wasn't kidding when he wrote that thing... i should commend a job well done, maybe by recommending him to Avinyora.

The sky turned blue jeans from the scowling orange....it might be just my guilt. The next morning was just more dense, i couldn't help judging myself on my behaviour last evening. I clearly saw the look in the eyes of the fleeting one, had i been any younger, the eyes could have bored right through...but not me....not now...not on this trip of mine.

What could i have done ? ... i just didn't know... "

I know what happened after that.. our lord FF went over plainly to the same shore at around the same time waiting. And when she appeared again, he just smiled.....