X: Who is need to control?
Z: The one who is fond of green going Galloway!
X: Is Sherlock Holmes same as Jack Nicholson?
Z: Have you completely lost it my friend?
Y: Who is this coming, Miss?
X: She is a sister of Bliss!
Z: Same as hers!
Y: Wearing furs!
Z: Memories and blurs!
Z: He is so fond of contests and strife.
Y: Where is the enlightened one?
X: Why does he get attracted by sadness?
Y: The Jet-lee!Such audacity, Honda-city, lol!
X: The one whose mascara was wiped in tears.
Z: Where has the neurotic psychopath disappeared?
X: Who was a victim of abuse?
Z: Are you running into circles, merry-go-rounds?
Y: What will you gain from a tramp?
Z: Whose gaze holds the secret of your darkest days?
X: This is Kill-Bill Volume-2!
Y: You know that don’t you?
X: What did they do then?
Z: You told it so often.
Y: Who is Emily Dickinson?
Z: Marilyn Monroe!
X: You said about tangible things.
Y: You waited so long for the mad hatter!
Z: Agatha Christie,
Z: Who is insecure?
Y: What is the fragrance of the mystic rose?
X: Look your positivity stayed for a meager 4 days!
Z: Does sadness suit artists?
X: Or the need to do tangible things?
Y: Look how bitter and angry you are caught in your own game of hide-and-seek!
X: Is this about love?
Y: Is this about hate?
X: What is the need to obfuscate?
Z: You were saying about the energy going to attention? Now it’s going to your base center!
X: Abra-Ca-Dabra, peremptory tones at the Jantar-Mantar!
Z: Is it the clapping of one hand?
Y: Ain’t life a handsome mistress wearing a perfume of love!
X: Do you want to make it big!
Z: You think this is me reacting so you are winning another contest, huh?
X: I know it’s your love and insecurities which force you to do what you do. Bound by reactions you dance along the floor~~~~~~
Y: Did you forget Lao Tzu is a mirror?
Z: She has confessions to make.
Y: Why wisdom is sold so cheap?
X: Look whose entered into the red room!
Z: You need love but you confuse it with games, fames, names.
Y: You don’t know nothing about love!
Z: Isn’t it cyclic?
X: Who is abusing the relation?
Z: Take care of your affairs now!
Y: Who is inside the cage?
X: Why this hot steaming rage?
Y: Where has gone the Sage!
Z: We are on same page.
Z: Fortnight after you differ!
Y: Look what genius has done to him!
Z: What is love?
Y: Is Autumn a love season?
X: Now take directions from her.
Y: It’s your own manipulation and games wreaking havoc on you!
X: Is there always a reason?
Z: Who fell in love with a surmise!
Y: You meant, Sunrise?
X: Will brooks give it to you!
Z: Why am I putting up with this hogwash?
Y: Now watch super-moon, because yours a goon!
Z: Another trance has taken over you.
X: What is hate?
Y: Yours has some sludge which needs to be cleansed!
X: Whose boasting about the lucidity?
Z: She saw complexes long ago!
Y: Is this the greatest game you have ever played?
X: You will count it as a success, because you wanted this, right?
Z: The reference was a self-criticism.
Y: Who is showing that middle finger to whom?
Z: Bragging about the heart of a fool?
X: What is so difficult to understand and why this need to play hide and seek?
Z: Not everything you think is random and not everything random is creative and not everything creative is beautiful and not everything beautiful is blissful and not and whatnot!
Y: Putting up appearances takes so much of energy. Greatest truth are the simplest!
X: There is nothing random over the Sun.
Z: Who is deceiving whom?
Y: Common guys, let’s stop this blame game, alrighty?
Z: You are so fond of this, nay, you love this right?
Y: Please cure this illness!
X: Look whose manipulative, conceited, plastic-mind?
Z: This drool? Over an artwork? Ain’t worth it!
Y: She was trying to heal her beloved!
Z: All shades of scarlet fever?
X: I know you need to be loved. And I love you!
Z: Is Quentin happy now?
Y: So many languages you know! Impressed!
Z: This doesn’t make any sense!
X: Why this extended charade?
Y: Because your life is a bunch of exclamation marks!
Z: And the enlightened one took it as an attack on himself!
Y: This flagrant rage!
Z: Should we tell him?
Y: Time is not ripe.
X: We see outside what we have inside, said Goethe!