tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-311160872011-04-22T06:22:12.092+05:30"All that I desire to point out is the general principle that Life imitates Art far more than Art imitates Life. All art is quite useless."&lt;- Merck -&gt;http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934512428477038524noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31116087.post-87162323849692209672007-08-04T12:28:00.000+05:302007-08-04T12:40:14.428+05:30The salty zephyr and the wistful ambiance...<br /> The artist sensed a mirage in the depths of his being...his masterpiece.<br /> That smile...those eyes, craving a form...to be immortalized on canvas...<br />Ah yes, by the sound of words never spoken,<br />The artist felt alive...for he never completed his masterpiece.<br /><br />- 9 Jun '07<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31116087-8716232384969220967?l=merck-chronik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>&lt;- Merck -&gt;http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934512428477038524noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31116087.post-58483261197155176432007-07-03T00:08:00.000+05:302007-07-03T00:16:28.231+05:30<span style="font-style: italic;">"jeeka jeeka...I'm a sexy girl..."</span><br /><br />Yeah...I know, cheesy. But that's how the song goes...according to the <span style="font-style: italic;">'fuck fuckchod fucker from fuckity fuckville' </span>who heard it on some cheesy bong radio station.<br /><br />Hmm...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31116087-5848326119715517643?l=merck-chronik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>&lt;- Merck -&gt;http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934512428477038524noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31116087.post-13178514346601969852007-06-27T00:12:00.000+05:302007-06-27T00:47:10.609+05:30By all the inanity around me...<br />...I define my sanity.<br />I stare at the white animals upon the blue canopy and laugh...<br />...laugh at the world...or myself, I know not.<br />Dialectics within deprive me of a place in space and time.<br />And the obvious suffocates me, for I'm not one.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31116087-1317851434660196985?l=merck-chronik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>&lt;- Merck -&gt;http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934512428477038524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31116087.post-37027869057800533142007-06-24T19:50:00.000+05:302007-06-24T19:59:49.133+05:30Are we becoming simpler people?<br />Are we losing those idiosyncrasies with which we color our lives?<br />Would we ever settle down into that dreary monotonous existence we despise at this point of time?<br />I have no answers, and I don't care.<br /><br />I feel free...free of myself...<br />My identity...an assortment of perspectives is suddenly inchoate...and I feel free to contradict everything I believe I am.<br />Yes. Life is good.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31116087-3702786905780053314?l=merck-chronik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>&lt;- Merck -&gt;http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934512428477038524noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31116087.post-88234226606591904792007-02-02T23:09:00.000+05:302007-02-02T23:15:24.720+05:30Writer's Block. Block. Block. Blocked.<br /><br />Well, everything is basically a big fuckin block. Period.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31116087-8823422660659190479?l=merck-chronik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>&lt;- Merck -&gt;http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934512428477038524noreply@blogger.com1