The sky is dark with a small new moon with a few clouds from the mountain view and the phew was for the cold as well as the vertigo since the city i live in is the denims i wear. Thinking of the shower in the bathroom of the hotel room, managing my mind, the clouds were entering my room kindof, through the window, the clouds were a television, with a few spark in the clouds reminding me to not connect to the internet because the internet feasibility of my connection was weak in my assumption along with a decision to enjoy my weekend holiday.

A car with black tints comes to my notice with my binoculars and my mind is on the tyre inflator for an emergency breakdown of my car, purchased new, in my room to try the newly to be managed. The car is through the streets and the car is on the left as well as the right of my binocular. My mind gets absent and i look for the stars with my telescope for the night to imagine my favourite luxury car in black.   

A jaguar is running and i am wearing my most cared sports shoe for the adventure ahead. The trees are turning many colours and look into the binoculars. The mist in the tree is making clouds with elation of evaporation, and the cooperation of both the lenses of the binocular is making me laze into the gaze for many picturesque photos in my selfie with the nature. Amazing would be the comment to stare for a while and the car is next to hotel heating the locality with the sunshine prevalent.

The sunglasses are in my style and conscious of the screen ahead, the camera is new to the picturesque. The lighter, twigs and the hat were not ready for the chaos in the forest while i entered in the safari and the confusion gave me a solution. I kept the stuff in a white cloth and kept in in the car and walked for a while till the chaos silences to the mind also away from the heated silencer fo the car with black tints.

The pressure was cooking my skull when i understood the movie ahead, Chewing my bamboo for the morning play in my mind, the eagle has gone to meet the kite and crow is looking for the rat. The cat asked me if he can come in to join the game. He was busy may be, yesterday, the house of the squirrel is the burrow of the rabbit. The squirrel sqeaked and the tortoise was heavy with food already reminding the thirsty to drink water. The music was from the peacock and the sun was going down in the evening, the jaguar came in with the deer and the lion was still lazy. He said, there are many over there and they said hope you had a great day for a great one tomorrow also. The rabbit jumped and the branch fell down and they said bye. The crystal in the temple turned towards the stars shining in the night and the new berries were taken in to the cave by the bears. The fishes went to the shark and the snow in the mountain fell down with rain starting to pour in the neighbourhood. The mist was covering the next stone.

Glittering with new light from my teeth, many!, i am on the way back to my hotel room.

The bolt and nut was the sound in the mind of the screwing when i reached on of the peaks of Himalayas with me new climber, a car i had purchased for adventure. The reputation of mine was to be at the bet after the descend too and the walking stick in my plans was of a better purchase in design style and price. The darkness i was to bring back was of many stories of the dark for others to grasp while the time was to keep the picturesque in my music and books to share the best to the many waiting in disguise of adventure for expenditures of many thinkings ticking in time with scary stories of the dark.

With scary stories of the dark to tell my friend over the social network, dark are the clouds while my gaze through the night sky and i notice that the magnet i have been playing with has put me to doubts after noticing the magnet to show me the negative part of the magnet and the battery is removed from my old racing car toy to be showing negative side of the coin.

The battery is dead said a voice my mind and the international time in the multi clock that shows many time zones of the world of a design of a space station is making many dark skies and i scream positive and start palpitating many breaths to relieve to a shock, The camera is living the momentous to write many scary stories to tell in the dark while the car is buzzing the engine to remind me to turn off the car.

Many thoughts went through my voices of the mind while i was observing into the focus of writing the best to describe and explain the magic of the moment in my favourite online social networking website while tickingthinking in time.

Wireless connection

Connected wireless to my racecar toy, my mind is magnetic to the electronics, the website i bought it from is of many colours to my cartoon series also and the far-off forest captured from the television is a frame to the website too to keep the nostalgia from the future to rotate dreams with the attachment too.

The scream of the boy in the episode i just watched before playing with the toy took me to madness of creativity, in excitement to watch the scratches on the floor after using it beyond the race track. In my absent mind, the channels in the television has changed to make me picklish and ticklish to make stories and social networks to enjoy my childhood in my maturity.

The calculations are more beyond the capacity of the freeways or city-streets and the pendulum is my mind. Ha ha…

Scary stories to tell in the dark has started to make me think of the bittergourd pickle and a dark cola and the walking toys are being mowed down to sit on the stuffed animals. The clouds are the cotton for my winter ears and the carpets have been introduced to the cats.

The camera has flipped out of the roll and the search on the search engine is out of words for stories in my bucket for the morning tea watching Japanese toys and video in the internet. Phone calls are missed and messages are ignored.

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The person going by me in a superbike is not my friend, and he returns and goes by, the car is about to skid say my new gadget i have connected to the car. The speedometer can also be the tachometer says the gadget, i get confused. Take a left to 10 degrees and a right to 20 degrees and double tap the accelerator says the gadget, and, i am startled by the intelligence i have created, since it is calculating numbers and making alphabets and voices. Soon, after waking up from the music, i check my mind and body, the skirts are to add sleek speed, now i am teasing you, i stopped and see outside. The weather is a new dawn and you have never seen his with you headlight switched on, with the headlights switched on, the dark clouds entering the skies took me into the car and i rushed back home to share scary stories of the dark to tell my family and friends on online social networking websites such as www.wetpaper.tribe.so.

The fingers are holding the steering and in front of me is a television and the dashboard is a videogame. Looking closer, my mind is on the accelerator. With my attention on the pedal and my awareness on the engine, the engine roars and i see a dinosaur, the car is new and it is the first day. Flowing through time with the speed and the music of the machine in the mind, i see a movie and a showreel to share the scary stories to tell in the dark in social networking websites like www.wetpaper.tribe.so in the lazy times after a hardworking day.

The laptop is in my mind and the match box i saw fallen in the street is ticking cuckoos in my mind making watches for gifting ideas in my mind. Thinking deeper, the music is of the movie to see soon in the theater with my good old friends.

The cursor of the mouse of my laptop is hovering right in from of my eyes in my imagination and a sound of a click is to change the gears to see a switch to check if the gears are automatic and to check if i am hungry or thirsty. Suddenly, i must be lazy or in pain, all this in vain, and i choose to not see the movie and then see the movie.

The leaves are asking me feel them after opening the windows and the leaves are in my mind, soon i am in the city and outside the forest, on my way back home to type a few scary stories of the dark in the online social networking website, www.wetpaper.tribe.so.