Another book on the rack

Getting a high is often mistaken as struggling for support and going beyond the humane reaches of the mind where we are alone forever.
In fact, one doesnt need alcohol for a high. or for that matter, nor any drugs or cigarretes.Just try jerking your head both sides and you will see that there is a deep sensation inside the head which is just like someone massaged the nerves of your brain. This is what any narcotic does. It massages your brain!!! Helps it function well....
Try puffing air out of your lungs for as long as you can, and then, there is a moment when you feel your lungs are exercised stretched out, that ..is a high for the lungs. When you run, more than you can, your legs swell out and feel wierd..They are hiGH..
Anyway, coming back to life's lows, midterms ended badly as expected though I was thinking of the unexpected.So, out we ran out of our lairs and headed north to a small city, the last one perhaps, before the desert counrty starts.
There was something in this place that mad(e) us go there....U-die-Poor
Yes, we died out of udapiur poorly, but certainly wisely and also satisfied.
Have you ever felt that you were part of a huge battle with a huge armour on you and with a spear in your hand, charging towards anything that moves?
This place, called the city palace has some really awsome stuff..The first thing that made me want to kill people was the wierd axe with blades glittering out of it in all posible directions. The second thing, ..Who doesnt want to own a fort like that?
All in all, the udapiur trip was never a let down, in fact, I believe we may have a sequel to it.

The land wants you to fight, Earning bread here was never a right. Everyone knew that there was an end, and at times, knew what that end was, but yet, they refused to give up, refused to give in. ready to give blood to the land, but never the land to a new blood, the legend of Maharana Pratap never fails to impress anyone. And then, the forts......
each a masterpiece, built to last forever, and then, the river Jaisamand(look up in some search), and the small fort on a hill above it.....You do not need to go to Udaipur to get a high...The fotos are dosage enough for a normal adult



Imagine a life where there is nothing that you like, A place where pain is what you get and pain is what you need. Each moment you suffer and you ask for more, No, this is no imitation, it comes from your core, Each injury, a pleasure, No mercy, no measure.Waiting for the last seizure, Here in the iron maiden....waiting for it to close, holding in the bloody hands a goddamn rose.....The moment is here, now this was the thing filled with fear, It came and it went, and still in the hand remained the rose, but the iron maiden clenched a tight pose.No amount of control helped it, it deserved the attraction it commanded, and thus his life, it ended.