What, but a flawed reflection
could seek itself
within a shattered mirror?
Scattered
5 months ago
Friday, March 21, 2008
Reflections
possessed Ali at Friday, March 21, 2008
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Ravings I Read
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The Secret Corner6 years ago
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Harold's Planet - Daily Cartoon7 years ago
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45 Model Kursi Teras Minimalis7 years ago
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How did I get here?10 years ago
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Belated10 years ago
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Main Hoon Na!11 years ago
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Dispatches From Brooklyn11 years ago
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" Wish You Were "12 years ago
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An epitaph obliged13 years ago
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Making informed decisions13 years ago
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something new14 years ago
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The Bond15 years ago
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The End Of Aunty Disco Project15 years ago
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Nela's Request 315 years ago
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About Me
- Ali
- Lahore, Pakistan
- I am me. I am no other, and no other is I. Ali is an enigma, a constant, neverending search. A spirit that wanders, and a soul that fades. Only to return ever stronger. His mind searches for patterns within the chaos, music within the cacophony, order in turmoil, and enlightenment within the darkness. His heart searches for his love within his hate, and his hate within his love, and all that lies inbetween. It searches for pleasure within pain, and fills his belly with hunger, and consoles him with a companion called longing. His soul searches for moments of truth, in an endless sea of lies, for that spark of divinity that lie within all that is small. It searches for purpose amongst endless galaxies of probability, and it shuns the universe, thinking it limited compared to the infinite recesses within. I'm also the typo king. And I like cheese.
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