Miss Keira:
Hi!
Thursday, February 15th, 2007 -- about zillions of years ago -- I put your biography on my Blog. I'm wondering now -- with awe-inspiring astonishment -- why did I do that? Frame of mind. But, how'd I justify or deduce something I did light years ago. Okay, alright -- I just invoked your VDO Bafta New York -- and; most important thing -- your interviewer -- is a thorough-professional -- nevertheless, I understand your language -- you're a wee bit sky-rocketish-speed -- ratting -- but there's you know it's so intense -- blazing fire -- and, scorched -- third-degree burns.
Mister Tony Blair is a statesman. I understand him. You and him could share the same podium -- and he's from the same miliue -- so he I don't think would interrupt you and ask you to re-tell something -- you know -- I'm not a native speaker. But, still -- I always wanted to learn Parlimentarian kind of British English. Pierce Brosnain. Why're we discussing Linguistics, anyway? See, you didn't interrupt -- so you're a good conversationalist -- you don't monopolize -- even when you've a legitimite job to moderate a discussion -- a debate. But Charles Sobhraj -- His autobiographer -- I think, that's offical version of it -- quoted him: As long as I can talk to people -- I can manipulate 'em.
Basically, you're suave. Is that gender-specific vendor or neutral? I'm not looking up. Lazy. It's sunday, remember eh?
Elegance. Finesse. The art of subtle -- naive but soul-wrenching -- insinuations -- Sublime -- Lemonade -- By the way, why don't they put that thing with this toothpick-like thing -- and cherry -- and this oragne right or lemon thing? Like you know cocumber thing -- face pack thing? This guy in Princess Dairies says it doesn't do anything -- so why this vendetta with veggies?
Rational. Logic. I think you're brutal -- I'm from India -- and you know I of course can't get those subtelities -- regional -- cultural -- ethnic -- blah-blah-blah nuances -- political historical personal contexts -- the contextual-backgrounds -- many things right -- being discreet -- but your body language and those subdued but quite erratic -- aggressive gestures -- It's like -- hey the clemency guy has just called -- they've decided to switch to a more humane way of execution -- wait, I'll get you some coffee and Hot Dog. I'm over-awed your spirit -- you're so -- steady -- resolute -- so punctual -- discipiline -- and, Green Mile -- ya -- I hate piracy -- Night owl -- Night person -- Wizards stay up late -- so home theater -- ya -- then what? So I was saying you're a kind of inmate -- that'd call your attorney from real long-distance -- and ask him to channlize -- or re-draft your will -- and make sure this executiona -- get this my cherished copy of The Hangman's Diary. My writing -- Blocks -- Computers you see -- I just can't write -- I love visual writing -- like Japanese -- Chinese -- I wanted to you know help young bright those egghead and bookworms -- collaborate -- and come up with a language -- with script -- that gives plenty of elbow room -- and has not inbuilt constraints -- or bias -- or prejudice -- meaning it's more resistant to -- it's more positive -- it's not easy to misinterpret it -- to learn it -- something really context-sensitive in a bird's eye-view way -- a broad sense -- you learn this -- then you get everything -- I believe it's our langauge -- that boomerangs us -- backfires -- permutations and combinations -- a certain -- specific dialect -- might give you intellectual or avant garde edge -- natural domination in a very subtle way over other you know groups -- A language -- an eclectical like thing of all langauges -- dead -- current -- dated -- inclusive of what Uncontacte Tribes' -- even charlatans -- and quacks -- or average joe -- speaks -- or something based on -- inspired -- vaguely or otherwise -- something that's really real -- it's secular in a real practical unimpeacable way -- tech-savvy sympathizer -- political defense analyst mediator -- and, could also be something like a crosstalk among heteregenous lanaguages -- This brainchild -- I think would help us change our interpretations -- It's our Trial Frame -- and hypothesize -- make-believe for a nano second -- imagine -- think -- it's okay to be self-delusional -- it's your escape -- a short-lived one -- a break from something Nazi-Concentration-like monotonity -- an excursion -- Nope -- I wasn't in the Smoking Kiosk -- By the way -- could I have Dol-By there -- low out put - ya -- and, no I was on this loony-moony thing -- and you're so obstinately -- you're not Paparazi Friendly or Geek of the week -- Meet Mister Deriliction of Moral blah-blah-blah duties. The Samaratian. The Samurai. Meet Mister Preemptive: Nuked? Roger that. A futuristic langauge -- Futurist Future shock guy and this Desmond Morris and people like that -- if they're code-switching -- brainstorming -- The art of Discourse -- by a hawker -- a street peddler -- a conman -- puppet show puppeteer -- Snake charmer -- Stage fright eh? Camera shy eh? Melodrama? Dramatics? Histornics? Guage your audience. Body langauge. If you'd incorporate the static and random -- objects -- living things -- non-living things -- human -- a buggy -- pet dog -- guide dog -- a visually-impaired person with cultish hunch -- prenominiton -- that jinxed-look in her real evil eyes -- daemon demon-possession -- sorcerer's sidekick -- props I think -- Mister Jackie Chan is so good with it -- I don't know Home Security scenarios -- self-defence only -- and, believe me I really had to override survival -- so a conversation -- it's you know -- impromptu -- unrehearsed because there's no script for it in the first place -- everything is connected -- if we'd do this -- Tell me a story about Keira Knightey -- Who's this girl? How many girls you come across with First and Last Name starting with the same Alphabet -- what do you call such occurences -- rare -- unfair share of luck -- divine intervention i.e. signs of -- Signs of? What's her sign? No. Not her this Google Doodle Contest -- so many years ago there's his so-and-so who's in the who is who -- and you write a few words er ahem drat doodle scribble and we might give a pacifier -- ozone-friendly -- certified by and all that -- ya ya -- and a consolation prize -- how does she sign her name? How does she take? If you're a profiler working for Military Intelligence or something savagely industrial espionage-ish -- I give you -- 10 minutes -- No VDOs -- Nothing -- Simplex Duplex Shamanic Intuition -- I'm not asking your to predict natural man-made hazards calamaities -- maybe it's the same thing -- but we have polite alternatives -- language you see -- If you're an ICQ guy -- Reluctant Messiah or wannabe anything of Barnstormer Richard Bach -- ya ya Bridge Across Forever -- Have you never loved any you met virtual or otherwise -- such queries -- incisive -- real cold-bloodely surgical -- inquisitive -- you know Miss Kiera -- I always thought that it'd something to do with French Inquisition till my Guru in Abu Dhabi rebuked me with raging empathy for such I don't know -- for such abject ignorance -- so in a nutshell. Two questions. Nope Three. Okay. Who's she: I don't know I never looked for mates -- I thought that's Aussies way of saying we're going to India to play some spoilsport -- They call you -- a collective-nickname for people who're implicitly docile -- here comes our Mister Henpencked -- Pecking Disorder -- we call 'em comrade-in-arms --
I mean you're Miss -- Evil eye is something hostile people thing -- they cast love spells on you -- Celebrities you know -- their Marital Status is so volatile -- uncertain -- dunno it that's a temperemental thing -- or innate intrinsic psyche mind-set hard-wired-like-that deafult setttings -- factory settings -- Go back to this date -- I love Mister Gates -- Restored to previous state successfully. Get set go on your marks. They have a warped whacky name for this pistol this whizz-bang thing at school all those marathons and all -- I forgot -- So girls have an uncertain temper -- I don't know -- Not sure -- I mean ya maybe some or I guess most of 'em -- at least a good bunch of 'em are unpredicitble -- Hey I better go -- this looks like tsuanmi -- ya catch you then -- climate change -- damn -- oh my car -- innundated -- no this check is not posted -- hey Betty or It's sunday drat Hey Veronica wait wait wait -- footsteps -- splash. Oh my SAT phone is conked stricly technically not so -- that satellitle itself nose-dived they blurted out -- those I'm rude you moron why do you think so -- next -- she told me -- Miss Nightmare ahead. Only insomiacs please. Ya..on your right. Righto. What's something that is as much as a curse as a blessing? I'm a school drop out. So I'm still trying to figure out -- Just juxatapose -- Compare Contrast -- Word Perfect Wordprocessor -- Two Newspaper Columns: Now visualize this -- you shadow boxer -- Bill Gates -- Mister Anonymity aka Mister Incognito.
I'd go to the shack..it's lunch time -- but I got so used to brunches and it's a really real groovy and exhotic -- outlandish -- word if you keep repeating it for 60 seconds -- in a malfunctioned elevator -- express or othewise -- it works just like a panic alarm -- maybe with more sharp pitch -- more effective...see testimonials...Hey Miss One Minute Clawing Spitfire -- and, the next Miss Avatar.
There's so much I'd learn from you. That thing that how not to be a snob -- how not to brush off people -- don't shrug shoulder -- That old-school-tie-type -- Mister Tony Blair. I'd start a chitchat with him. Like Julie Robers in Notthing Hills. I listen to your sing -- those sore-throat hermal homemade remedy in real small form factor -- targeted for a broad asian economic you those challeged ya ya underprivileged -- no animals tested -- ya ya wd're humane -- this sound byte -- on your blue tooth implant -- ya then -- what -- this jingle? This: Are you sure? You streaming the right....maybe Man in the Middle Attack -- it's like I'm angel of death hi there come to the wrath and anger of God -- ya -- just kidding goofing around with you -- May you live for hundred years -- ya re-peat then what -- You're so really real horridly dreadfully gullible -- The Art of Social Engineering -- Reverse Engineering Dolly DNA code eh Evil Genius -- It's alright -- Pardon...Granted...Go back..ya feign I was just playing dead -- peekaboo -- near-immoral no immortality-experience. He said soul mate is you. Who? What? I am going home to the place where I belong maybe we're those we live in a vehicle people -- mobile home -- That's all for now Miss Keira...I apologize this is panachea for insomiancs and star gazers -- this you know there's this movie -- there these peole are held captive and made to work literally like bonded slaves / laborers...and then one fine day they overpower their captors..there's this community of victims you know prisoners..and then they vroom back to their homes..they sing this song..we're going home to the place we belong..1991 or 1992..or so..I'm sure...early ninities..see if you'd look that up for me.
Sincerely
Maqsood Qureshi
Post script: Yep. This was an Open Letter. Then what? Duh!
Hi!
Thursday, February 15th, 2007 -- about zillions of years ago -- I put your biography on my Blog. I'm wondering now -- with awe-inspiring astonishment -- why did I do that? Frame of mind. But, how'd I justify or deduce something I did light years ago. Okay, alright -- I just invoked your VDO Bafta New York -- and; most important thing -- your interviewer -- is a thorough-professional -- nevertheless, I understand your language -- you're a wee bit sky-rocketish-speed -- ratting -- but there's you know it's so intense -- blazing fire -- and, scorched -- third-degree burns.
Mister Tony Blair is a statesman. I understand him. You and him could share the same podium -- and he's from the same miliue -- so he I don't think would interrupt you and ask you to re-tell something -- you know -- I'm not a native speaker. But, still -- I always wanted to learn Parlimentarian kind of British English. Pierce Brosnain. Why're we discussing Linguistics, anyway? See, you didn't interrupt -- so you're a good conversationalist -- you don't monopolize -- even when you've a legitimite job to moderate a discussion -- a debate. But Charles Sobhraj -- His autobiographer -- I think, that's offical version of it -- quoted him: As long as I can talk to people -- I can manipulate 'em.
Basically, you're suave. Is that gender-specific vendor or neutral? I'm not looking up. Lazy. It's sunday, remember eh?
Elegance. Finesse. The art of subtle -- naive but soul-wrenching -- insinuations -- Sublime -- Lemonade -- By the way, why don't they put that thing with this toothpick-like thing -- and cherry -- and this oragne right or lemon thing? Like you know cocumber thing -- face pack thing? This guy in Princess Dairies says it doesn't do anything -- so why this vendetta with veggies?
Rational. Logic. I think you're brutal -- I'm from India -- and you know I of course can't get those subtelities -- regional -- cultural -- ethnic -- blah-blah-blah nuances -- political historical personal contexts -- the contextual-backgrounds -- many things right -- being discreet -- but your body language and those subdued but quite erratic -- aggressive gestures -- It's like -- hey the clemency guy has just called -- they've decided to switch to a more humane way of execution -- wait, I'll get you some coffee and Hot Dog. I'm over-awed your spirit -- you're so -- steady -- resolute -- so punctual -- discipiline -- and, Green Mile -- ya -- I hate piracy -- Night owl -- Night person -- Wizards stay up late -- so home theater -- ya -- then what? So I was saying you're a kind of inmate -- that'd call your attorney from real long-distance -- and ask him to channlize -- or re-draft your will -- and make sure this executiona -- get this my cherished copy of The Hangman's Diary. My writing -- Blocks -- Computers you see -- I just can't write -- I love visual writing -- like Japanese -- Chinese -- I wanted to you know help young bright those egghead and bookworms -- collaborate -- and come up with a language -- with script -- that gives plenty of elbow room -- and has not inbuilt constraints -- or bias -- or prejudice -- meaning it's more resistant to -- it's more positive -- it's not easy to misinterpret it -- to learn it -- something really context-sensitive in a bird's eye-view way -- a broad sense -- you learn this -- then you get everything -- I believe it's our langauge -- that boomerangs us -- backfires -- permutations and combinations -- a certain -- specific dialect -- might give you intellectual or avant garde edge -- natural domination in a very subtle way over other you know groups -- A language -- an eclectical like thing of all langauges -- dead -- current -- dated -- inclusive of what Uncontacte Tribes' -- even charlatans -- and quacks -- or average joe -- speaks -- or something based on -- inspired -- vaguely or otherwise -- something that's really real -- it's secular in a real practical unimpeacable way -- tech-savvy sympathizer -- political defense analyst mediator -- and, could also be something like a crosstalk among heteregenous lanaguages -- This brainchild -- I think would help us change our interpretations -- It's our Trial Frame -- and hypothesize -- make-believe for a nano second -- imagine -- think -- it's okay to be self-delusional -- it's your escape -- a short-lived one -- a break from something Nazi-Concentration-like monotonity -- an excursion -- Nope -- I wasn't in the Smoking Kiosk -- By the way -- could I have Dol-By there -- low out put - ya -- and, no I was on this loony-moony thing -- and you're so obstinately -- you're not Paparazi Friendly or Geek of the week -- Meet Mister Deriliction of Moral blah-blah-blah duties. The Samaratian. The Samurai. Meet Mister Preemptive: Nuked? Roger that. A futuristic langauge -- Futurist Future shock guy and this Desmond Morris and people like that -- if they're code-switching -- brainstorming -- The art of Discourse -- by a hawker -- a street peddler -- a conman -- puppet show puppeteer -- Snake charmer -- Stage fright eh? Camera shy eh? Melodrama? Dramatics? Histornics? Guage your audience. Body langauge. If you'd incorporate the static and random -- objects -- living things -- non-living things -- human -- a buggy -- pet dog -- guide dog -- a visually-impaired person with cultish hunch -- prenominiton -- that jinxed-look in her real evil eyes -- daemon demon-possession -- sorcerer's sidekick -- props I think -- Mister Jackie Chan is so good with it -- I don't know Home Security scenarios -- self-defence only -- and, believe me I really had to override survival -- so a conversation -- it's you know -- impromptu -- unrehearsed because there's no script for it in the first place -- everything is connected -- if we'd do this -- Tell me a story about Keira Knightey -- Who's this girl? How many girls you come across with First and Last Name starting with the same Alphabet -- what do you call such occurences -- rare -- unfair share of luck -- divine intervention i.e. signs of -- Signs of? What's her sign? No. Not her this Google Doodle Contest -- so many years ago there's his so-and-so who's in the who is who -- and you write a few words er ahem drat doodle scribble and we might give a pacifier -- ozone-friendly -- certified by and all that -- ya ya -- and a consolation prize -- how does she sign her name? How does she take? If you're a profiler working for Military Intelligence or something savagely industrial espionage-ish -- I give you -- 10 minutes -- No VDOs -- Nothing -- Simplex Duplex Shamanic Intuition -- I'm not asking your to predict natural man-made hazards calamaities -- maybe it's the same thing -- but we have polite alternatives -- language you see -- If you're an ICQ guy -- Reluctant Messiah or wannabe anything of Barnstormer Richard Bach -- ya ya Bridge Across Forever -- Have you never loved any you met virtual or otherwise -- such queries -- incisive -- real cold-bloodely surgical -- inquisitive -- you know Miss Kiera -- I always thought that it'd something to do with French Inquisition till my Guru in Abu Dhabi rebuked me with raging empathy for such I don't know -- for such abject ignorance -- so in a nutshell. Two questions. Nope Three. Okay. Who's she: I don't know I never looked for mates -- I thought that's Aussies way of saying we're going to India to play some spoilsport -- They call you -- a collective-nickname for people who're implicitly docile -- here comes our Mister Henpencked -- Pecking Disorder -- we call 'em comrade-in-arms --
I mean you're Miss -- Evil eye is something hostile people thing -- they cast love spells on you -- Celebrities you know -- their Marital Status is so volatile -- uncertain -- dunno it that's a temperemental thing -- or innate intrinsic psyche mind-set hard-wired-like-that deafult setttings -- factory settings -- Go back to this date -- I love Mister Gates -- Restored to previous state successfully. Get set go on your marks. They have a warped whacky name for this pistol this whizz-bang thing at school all those marathons and all -- I forgot -- So girls have an uncertain temper -- I don't know -- Not sure -- I mean ya maybe some or I guess most of 'em -- at least a good bunch of 'em are unpredicitble -- Hey I better go -- this looks like tsuanmi -- ya catch you then -- climate change -- damn -- oh my car -- innundated -- no this check is not posted -- hey Betty or It's sunday drat Hey Veronica wait wait wait -- footsteps -- splash. Oh my SAT phone is conked stricly technically not so -- that satellitle itself nose-dived they blurted out -- those I'm rude you moron why do you think so -- next -- she told me -- Miss Nightmare ahead. Only insomiacs please. Ya..on your right. Righto. What's something that is as much as a curse as a blessing? I'm a school drop out. So I'm still trying to figure out -- Just juxatapose -- Compare Contrast -- Word Perfect Wordprocessor -- Two Newspaper Columns: Now visualize this -- you shadow boxer -- Bill Gates -- Mister Anonymity aka Mister Incognito.
I'd go to the shack..it's lunch time -- but I got so used to brunches and it's a really real groovy and exhotic -- outlandish -- word if you keep repeating it for 60 seconds -- in a malfunctioned elevator -- express or othewise -- it works just like a panic alarm -- maybe with more sharp pitch -- more effective...see testimonials...Hey Miss One Minute Clawing Spitfire -- and, the next Miss Avatar.
There's so much I'd learn from you. That thing that how not to be a snob -- how not to brush off people -- don't shrug shoulder -- That old-school-tie-type -- Mister Tony Blair. I'd start a chitchat with him. Like Julie Robers in Notthing Hills. I listen to your sing -- those sore-throat hermal homemade remedy in real small form factor -- targeted for a broad asian economic you those challeged ya ya underprivileged -- no animals tested -- ya ya wd're humane -- this sound byte -- on your blue tooth implant -- ya then -- what -- this jingle? This: Are you sure? You streaming the right....maybe Man in the Middle Attack -- it's like I'm angel of death hi there come to the wrath and anger of God -- ya -- just kidding goofing around with you -- May you live for hundred years -- ya re-peat then what -- You're so really real horridly dreadfully gullible -- The Art of Social Engineering -- Reverse Engineering Dolly DNA code eh Evil Genius -- It's alright -- Pardon...Granted...Go back..ya feign I was just playing dead -- peekaboo -- near-immoral no immortality-experience. He said soul mate is you. Who? What? I am going home to the place where I belong maybe we're those we live in a vehicle people -- mobile home -- That's all for now Miss Keira...I apologize this is panachea for insomiancs and star gazers -- this you know there's this movie -- there these peole are held captive and made to work literally like bonded slaves / laborers...and then one fine day they overpower their captors..there's this community of victims you know prisoners..and then they vroom back to their homes..they sing this song..we're going home to the place we belong..1991 or 1992..or so..I'm sure...early ninities..see if you'd look that up for me.
Sincerely
Maqsood Qureshi
Post script: Yep. This was an Open Letter. Then what? Duh!
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