X: Whoose the preacher?
Y: Is he going into a trance?
Z: A watched pot never boils!
X: Oh my God! Here you are!
Y: Why is he wearing a mask?
Z: The law is coming!
X: Where is that light coming from?
X: Who is that deluded?
Z: Was it in the campus?
Y: Who is hurt?
X: The phone has rang.
Y: Is he really spineless?
Z: Whois stained?
Y: Oh, my my!
X: Is there anything random? What you call random is so heavily guided by the subconscious!
Z: Countdown has begun!
X: Autumn is in the air!
Z: Your granny, wants my penny!
Y: He is confused.
X: Greatest truth are the simplest!
Z: No, all art is neurosis!
Z: Who is an attention seeker?
X: More answers than questions!
Z: There is no clue.
X: I never thought even in my wildest dreams!
Y: Heart strings beat more!
Z: She lives on an airport!
X: Is it a feline gossip?
Y: Something is fishy.
X: You are a lair and a pretentious!
Y: You meant liar and pretender?
Z: Mind games galore!
X: His dog died last year.
Y: Seek nomore, ask nomore, tell nomore!
Z: His wife is a fake!
Y: Or pattern?
Z: All shades of purple and blue?
X: Your husband is a lake!
Z: Hypocrite, dolomite, broken-kite.
Y: My rhymes are a cake!
Z: As a pier in a fire burns itself.
X: Confused rabbits are taken for geniuses!
Y: Isn’t it all out of love, by love, for love, in love, inside love, luv love?
Z: Stop this nonsense now, preacher is heading this way!
X: Is it an apocalyptic vision?
Z: Ask and they shall be given?
X: Haggardly, niggardly, cowardly?
Z: Answers are always there in the plain sight.
X: Scurrilous or sacrilegious or religious?
Y: That has been barren since beginning.
X: Fish is catching itself.
Y: Your teeny-weeny mind can’t understand me!
X: Her cat took a nap and now gone on a trip to his backyard with some marigolds adorned beautifully in her hair!
Z: Such big ego she has?
Y: Bemoaning, reckoning, ailing and wailing.
X: All art is neurosis, didn’t I say?
Z: Now, have a taste of your doggerel. Go to a silly sleep!
X: Preacher is playing the game because it’s healthy and lame!
Y: No, he is the brightest and enraged!
X: It’s a lullaby of love and gives you a divine slumber
Z: Cat got your tongue?
Y: Has he taken his peremptory tone down the memory lane?
Z: This is a senseless narrative, a bloody hell; disgusting charade!
X: Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you, but the leaves are rumbling, the wind is passing through!
Z: You so love contest don’t you?
Y: The one who doesn’t have enough of it!
X: What is mother doing?
Z: You are a fault-finding ungrateful son-of-a-shrew!
Y: Matching numbers, hither, yon and thither.
X: Not all art is neurosis!
Y: Annihilating you? If you say so, I saw him wagging his tail like a dog last week.
X: Why do you say such harsh-things?
Z: Why are they so lazy?
X: Should we tell them now?
Y: The one who was threatening with the rules!
Z: The child is unjaded as ever.
X: Why is he cut-off from all life?
Z: Communication is autumn, miss is winter!
Y: Being barren is not solely about him!
Z: The time has come!
X: It’s not a discrete event. It’s a collective consciousness and you are suffering for others as they are suffering for you.
Z: Come back to your senses buddy, leave this trance; this gibberish is making me shudder! Look at my udder!
Y: Look who is the philosopher now!
X: Didn’t I tell you that this street goes nowhere?
Y: Who attacked on your psychological pieces?
Z: Because it is always about you and so frustrating because you are so full of your humongous self.
X: It’s her shite, his frozen mite, broken bite and a lot of gibberish.
Y: All art is neurosis. It’s a lost highway! A mulholland drive!
Z: What about the silence creating harmony creating nonsense creating silence again?
X: Now she is here!
Z: This is not profundity, this is lollygagging!
Y: Where has he been?
X: Monkeys are not making any sense whatsoever!
Y: Ok, keep chasing the butterflies and you will end up creating a butterfly effect.
Z: Do you even understand what that is? You ignorant, arrogant, neurotic, blatant, non-chalant, triumphant-in-soot, good-for-nothing dwarf?
X: The void comes from the mother.
Y: This is the bigger rubbish than she had anticipated. Jack Nicholson is unhappy!
Z: Ok, call Bruce-Lee then? Harvey Dent?
X: Threatening is tamasic ego. It gives birth to the void.
Z: Let peas be upon you, all hell-breaking lose in a fuse with torrential tomato rains with fishy kippers!
Y: Where has love gone?
in the repertore?
X: What do you expect me lord?
Y: You are such a nuisance!
Z: The logos are embedded in the Logos.
X: Let it go.
X: Fire creates water, did you know?
Z: Her IQ is 250!
Y: Your balderdash is your eternally jingoistic, bombastic rubbish of keeping up with worn-out souls which have lost all touch with life!
X: He is crossing all the limits now.
Z: She has the skeleton key!
X: In the land of poughkeepsies.
Y: Who has entered inside and seen all the wounds?
X: Buddy, buddy! Preacher is coming without brain, and he’s a girl, let’s run away!
Z: You are such a nonsense bastard and you claim of enlightenment! You are the darkest, creepiest and most allergic creature in God’s Green Earth!
Y: The Preacher?
X: You think so?
Y: What are you doing in the Oz?
X: Rumpeltstiltskin walking hand in hand,
With a magic wand,
Y: Your gibberish is picking on my nerves.
X: Go out of this room. I say, primordial created the Mother.
Z: Love was created by Mother to create Mega!
Y: Now I need an aspirin! Anybody?
X: It will come to an end soon.
Z: Upheaval, uprising, mutiny.
X: What is love?
Y: Is it self-seeking?
X: Is she healthy?
Y: Dabber and Jabber, brothers in the tatters, once upon a time, they drank soda-lime!
Z: Who’s that artist?
X: Where is that hot-shot?
Y: Take this glass of water and inhale your ego!
Z: He was in the dreams. Imagination is such amusing muse!
X: Did you know water created earth!
Z: You are a show-piece and a crybaby, you know that, don’t you?
Y: Oh my God you are so full of shit?
Z: Nobody expected this from him. Why is he running after mirages? Why is she trying to grab that picture? Who is pulling her with hairs in hand?
X: This is a dream!
Y: Wake up mother!
Z: You always want a conclusion, don’t you?
Y: Breathe-in, breathe-out!
X: Who has seen the wind!
Y: You must be something.
X: See you are fatigued. You thought you had transmuted the pain?
Z: You are the seventh horse of the Sun!
X: It’s always about you. right?