The reception

Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...

She was expecting someone but once the company went into losses it was as if the old age coming towards her stealing all her attraction. That day I tried to pacify her in but nothing had happened. She wore beautiful attires and did everything for her customers, but somehow the company seemed to have started losing its customers. Then she got some magazines from the future as the past and the present wasn't working so fine. SO the future, some customers in the shop had increased partly because of the beauty and the newness she was carrying. The future had helped her doing all sort of things that she always wanted for.
The big red desks, the ergonomic chair, the 7" heels and the rest of the summer seemed quite successful from her perspective. She seemed to have changed the outlook of the company's success. Yes, I am to take the credit here. I have gifted the company and helped it in becoming one of the greatest in the centuries to come. The well-decorated space with all sorts of fragrances and decorative lighting and giving the people a taste of their smell.
Instead of having it on the improvement of the services and quite fast services, it was meant more for the things that we weren't sure about, they decorated me and more and made their customers wait and they also increased my size and I am a bitch like substance.

A new Day

Again the people have been saying that I am the only one who doesn't car about what's happening all around. Ya, it should have been happening because I am not the only one. These humans keep me smooth and tidy and clean shaven like the baby that has never grown hairs in all his lifetime. I am surprised that whatever I think doesn't happen. Some arrangements I like in particular but they change my appearance just like they want me to look like, or they think they are my parents and I am like their wonderful baby whose job is to make a fool of everyone he meets and make him spend money so that his fathers go on exploiting him the way they want. I swear to god that the interior designers must be killed. They make our life like we never existed like anything. I swear I can do my things better than the humans do but there is no hope of getting any kind of independence from anybody and anyone, so it must be decided that the things happening to me must see an end. I want to be in a world that deserves the I , me and mine effect every time I work hard to achieve things my way. Yes, I shall be doing this my way and I don't care what the humans are thinking anymore. I shall wear whatever I want and smell however I want. I will grow hair like the tomboys and the world will be mine forever.

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Dreams

Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...
Of course, not everyone has them, I am pretty sure none of you have it there. After all, you are all the busy people out there hungry for action and starving for death. Should you mind if I call you a busy gold digger. Ya, people think me as unreal and unfruitful but that's not true. I am not related to sleep and yes, he is just an excuse or a channel that you fools use to drive to me. Hmm, I am no the fascinations that you can get so easily. I live distant from you that you can barely reach there cause you live in reality with your address in fascination. So thy shall never be able to live in the world at least in life. Don't worry, one day you shall be coming in here, ha ... ha... ha..

Don't mean what is wet isn't me, that's just you stepped too close but pulled back but then you should be knowing what am I and what I need to do to prevent myself from being a mystery to you. Yes, there is a paranormal world. It exists better than the normal ones. There is no utopia, it is the general tendency for the people to think what can't be achieved is generally thought to be the one that can't be done at all.
I am real, I have helped the humans in times of their difficulties. Remember, the invention of the needle, the biggest of all the films and greatest stories that one has ever read.
I will come to you every night and even today, but you selfish can't remember me for long. you need to understand the fact that you are a duck and fish-brained. You can never become a man of my dreams. I fantasize you just as you fantasize me. Who is real, that's not the question.
Just try to understand, I am the reality which you can see once you close your eyes and I call it untitled what you see once your eyes have opened.
Sometimes you get real good once you learn to do the things nicely. Be careful but think of things that shall happen if I and my brother try to bully you like the ones I did when you were in trouble and when the people know things properly, like the ones when you do it with all of us. Be careful and be with me on this as you have to more of the things done to you in the past.
As you can always see history repeats itself and so does you. Remember one thing in this life you shall see seven of me and out of which the things will be seen in time.
Seeing me in the night can be pleasurable but if it is done during the day, you must have to pay for it.
You become nothing if you do this in a matter of time.

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The road of tar

Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...

Gray and white, the colors my creators gave me, during my birth, it was black and white but as I go older I turn blackish-gray or silvery gray. I have my own things to believe and my own things to do and i.e to become a slave and face the gravity of humans. They bring in those thousands of tons of goods and they line of those vehicles on me and I beat all the weight without causing much harm to the mother Earth. Otherwise, mother Earth would have broken into pieces and those heavy trucks would have been engulfed into the earth and lost forever. I am black and might be the only black in this world whom everyone loves and never discriminated upon. It is one of the man-made elements in the world that is alive and the same in most of the parts of the world. The country flag may differ but the color of mine shall never differ, it shall be the same. These humans are still confusing for me to understand especially when they have 1 million color receptors still, why do they make me gray. I mean the color, as some people would like to call it as a very dull and cloudy color. But, each country has its very own expression, some may begin by saying that it is cheap to keep the rivers of tar of in their original shade, then the developed ones shall come with other expression or some shitty scientific answer.
But even though I do most of the work, I tend to feel that I am the most underrated element of the country. I am one of the strongest men in the world but still, they ignore me, cause I am made of tar which is again one of the most abandoned materials on the earth.

The river of trust

Have you ever wandered off in the desert or get lost somewhere. You might be or else one must try because then you shall understand who is the river of trust. Whenever one is lost, he always tries to find the river of tar as he thinks that he will be found by some human in the least otherwise, he shall be wandering off as a wanderer again. People trust me more than any other natural path available, still, they tend to ignore me.

A temporary reaction

Seeing my ignorance the human did the most important and disgusting thing which they are very good at. They made partitions within me and made me pay for it. They divided the united river into junctions and terminals on the old British excuse of difficult to administrate. They added some markings on me and I shall see them as a mark of decoration and respect for me. Some portions were elevated for increased safety. And the black&white stripes were also being integrated into the culture for safety purposes. Now, with all those lights and all, I sometimes feel honored and grateful even though still have failed to get the real admiration of the people. None praises me, everyone is interested in the praising the government. If at all the government responsible, then it is responsible in collecting the taxes, that's it. None pays me for the hard work that I do and have been doing so in the recent years to come.

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Paranoid Jar

Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...
Want to store something in the empty jar, you don't always need any object to open my lid to feel what's inside because the rest can be done with ease while being inside altogether. I can feel the necessity to be clean and dirty and even when I am alone, do sometimes give the company. Huh, no not like the company thy shall give to the girl of thy dreams but you can surely give company to the people all around, you just have to open the lid and close it once in a while cause there is a whole ecosystem going inside the 'paranoid jar'. Yeah. I am paranoid, my activities may be real and can be proved by the science but still, the activities aren't recognized by the people here who might believe in ghosts and all those shitty stuff. Just open the jar cause I am a living being and anaerobic respiration is not permanent for me, I need some fresh air to breathe. If you don't do it, I promise I won't be air tight anymore, I will perform cancer and will destroy the things and never you dare to call me the 'mighty air-tight' again and I tell you time shall turn the tide around and the world shall give the dictators like you the taste of their own money.

A tale

"He was the best bro, I bought him from a grocery shop as if I was liking him to the largest menace. I was in love with him when I saw him first. He stood large and huge and tall enough to make anyone crazy and submit. He had the perfect body and the cuts were really delicious, he had the cracks and scratches from the fights which may make anyone mad and any girl cheesy for him. The glass category winner with the steel hooks and braced lid, he was a unique creature, a macho man. He shall dominate me and I shall be his slave. Usually, I hated eating sweets and such things, so I tried to get rid of all those things. The shopkeeper kept sweets in him which I hated the most, so for a few days, in fact daily I became a regular customer of the sweet, just to liberate my lover and make an impression on him. He had an appeal, the houseflies would like to stick to him every time as if everyone wanted the king. Slowly, after becoming close to the shopkeeper, I asked for a deal and then I was refused. He refused me to give the jar. I went out of mind and started showing my money power, then the muscle power and in the conflict, the jar committed suicide. That broke his body and my heart forever. I love Chocojar, I love you forever." Meo on the candy jar.

Hope you get it

At least after listening to the story above thy shall understand the value of me and won't look at me as you had done it earlier. Thanks for listening, I am the glass jar and that's my 500 on materialism...

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Many teeth single gum

Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...

Guess who am I and never dare to ask What am I? I am no object I am a living object. You can never know the pain of not getting recognized for the work you tend to do all the day and all the night. I get stuck into those unwanted knots and those troubled curls which you have no idea from where they have come. They have been doing the hell in creating the curls and the knots. The split ends and the messed up ends. everything confuses me a lot. God save me from your puzzled head and its even more puzzled shell. May these people don't know but I should tell them that the wishes them never come true as they have a very funny shape of their heads and also the ears. These people use the black or colored threads which I say become wires at the end of their lives, yes, one can pass current through it.

The structure

If you are fortunate enough, you can always get a handle or an extended bar. Otherwise, the structure is the same, some random number of teeth framed by a bar around half an inch or so. The structure is awesome and has its own advantages and disadvantages. The whole game is the distance between them, the larger gap means you have dense hair and smaller gap means the hair density is low. The humans are left free to express, they have created some great grips and rounded shapes that one may get puzzled easily. Especially after the back brush took to the fashion, it made sense, those rounded ones got prominent as the hair was slicked back and back until the hairs receded on their own and they turned bald forever.

The material

I am made up of almost any cheap material present here. They say that if I am made up of wood I can have some therapeutic effects. It can your past sins and some guilt feelings, rather than dipping into the river of Thames, it shall give you the taste of your wit, use some of the wooden stuff and see the effects it has on your mind. The longer the hair is the more thy shall know the pain and the more thy shall know the pleasure of being together.
Some say it's the clever use of me that one has used to change the partner's mood and soul. They have some cheap versions of PVC, plastic, fiber. I particularly love the glass and the ivory versions, although they are little heavier than the conventional versions, but they can make the things great for use at least for the visual trigger department.

Maintenance

The repair and maintenance department is the most looked down department but the most important department of the century. Your dirty hair and its dandruff make me sad enough to know that I am not the one doing all the shit. Times, then days and then pass over the years, one can see that the gaps are filled with some dirt like substance which you will always deny taking the responsibility.

But even if you people are dirty, you are the best. Thanks, that was my500 on materialism...

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The edge

Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...

Touch me and then thy shall know, thy shall realize how much I love you and how much I care for you. You make me do the dirty work, you have made me into a butcher much like the Abdulla, the butcher in the WWE. You should know it very clearly that the bloodshed I have done is because of you. They blame me for all the heroism that I have done. 'Heroism' might not be the original word for it. It may be 'Shrewdness'. You have made my edge a synonym for the terror. Earlier, the rogues have created a bad name for it. Although, the Sikhs had tried to build my reputation they gave me the status of the religious symbol. They must better watch out who try to use me unconventionally.

My invention

I was surely invented for the daily work and not for bloodshed. You people have done all the flesh cutting with it. Earlier I was the part of a rock. Then the rock fell down and some people found me useful and I was born, Ya, this is the truth and don't believe in the fact that some intelligent man found a small rock and so he decided to rub me against another in an attempt to get fire, that's a cooked up story. The race of humans love fascination and they tend to twist and turn and make simple things so much complicated that even they are confused about what they have been doing so they end up making things simple again.
It will be better if the rest of the story is kept as a secret.

Development

Ya, the machine of malice were right when they said that I was furthered developed just to cut human bodies and then help them reach to the hell as early as possible. The teeth were added later on and slowly and slowly the inches got reduced to cms and as the technology progressed, the cms got converted into the mms and now mmms. Hmm, the full forms must be clear to you if you really deserve so.
The Japanese made it popular, the katana, and the rest just followed. None put in efforts to develop the so-called small knife, everyone, as I have earlier mentioned were interested in making things more and more blood smearing rather than cutting vegetables.

Some extremities

The digital world took to the ultimate levels, it introduced the sport of fencing and the blades were made of glory and nothing else. They were so thin that even it couldn't stand without trembling in the air, they just stood and nothing else followed. It is so weak and fragile but technically the sharpest thing, even a mere touch of it dangerous, obviously, blood smearing is sure to happen at a larger distance. I am talking about my younger cousin, the saber.

The enemies

The gun was the most powerful enemy of mine, it has almost made me obsolete and I am an object of least respect unless it is hurled at you, but I am grateful to the Chinese to make me accessible to the poorest of the poor.

Thanks, that was my 500 on materialism...   Grateful to you forever, that was a knife...

A straw with cotton

Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...

Use me in times of trouble and then trouble me by throwing me out of the window, for if you try to preserve they will label you as a pervert. There have been times when people have said that the power to them has been very very special. Although the very simple structure and composition, I come in handy when you find yourself in trouble. Be it itching, or dust eradication, or your first sounding, healing wounds, your skills in cleaning intricate designs, sometimes when the brush is missing; I am the one preferred for the most of the work. Your ear needs me the most. Sometimes the whole human race feels helpless if I go missing.  Whatever happens, I am the best, Just a straw with two cotton balls attached to it which makes a complete soul.

Life is tough

Hmm, life is tough here, I lead a tough life here. Just imagine if you are asked to clean someone's dirty ass with one's own tongue. If that doesn't amaze you much then this is for sure, You should be confident about the fact that the people are quite mad here. I have to do it with the mouth, yes, I clean a place much dirtier than the ass with my mouth and after doing all the dirty work, you just throw me out. People hate their own dirt, think of mine position. I am probably the cleanest thing on earth and after serving these dirty human beings, I have to go to hell and decay in some river of dirt called the drainage. Life is tough here where you get attracted to someone and leave the earth without seeing the outcome. It is like you are shown the paradise but when you reach there, they don't open the gates. The human ear is one of the awkward parts the humans have got, they tend to hide them with their hairs. Well, some like to sport the ear but the ear is too awkward to see, It is one of the most fearful parts the humans have got. It is like the gates of hell and when it opens you will find vibrations going on inside. The humans have eyes but everyone goes blind when it comes to scratching of the ear. They will scratch at random areas and it becomes funny sometimes while irritating at other times. Life is tough, I tell you, man, Life is tough, here.
Sometimes, I feel that the helpless humans must be helped by someone otherwise, they are always beating around the bush literally or in other words are shooting in the air in an attempt to hunt the unseen bird that's crying.
Well, dry ones can be fine but the typical wet waxes are awful, the cotton tends to stick to it and as if sucking in all the nectar that is available.


One can find me in different colors and codes and different variables possible. Green, yellow and guess in almost all the colors although I have never worn the black jacket, neither any of those colors that resemble the color of the human dirt.

Anyways, that is 500 words from the Earbud and I am going, Bye....

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