There's this ad on YouTube a wee bit ago: Doublemint – Adi & Naira #StartSomethingFresh -- I'm writing this open letter to this girl in it and to all the team members -- the copy writers -- and spot boys we call 'em -- the director -- everybody -- the teammembers their at work or SOHO -- or this I'd catch up while I'm home -- those number of working hours and all that to produce this ad film flick movie -- I love to write such you know script -- then choose characters -- I mean in your lingo the girl who'd role-play this role -- the things around her -- in this number of minutes -- this budget we have -- this that -- my primary motive is copy writing -- but perhaps copy writing in this telly media in this age is all this -- a visual imagery -- building castles -- I'd you know corelate with it irrespective of my age or anything like that -- anywhere -- globally -- even this russian mister kaspersky hold on bob look -- damn -- that's some solar winds approaching -- how you dodge that huh -- ya damn -- my girl is like that -- who veronica -- no betty -- ya ya -- who's this alien there -- what's he doing on planet earth -- this unearthly creature with my girl huh -- call asap capt. kirk this is indian enterprise -- laser gun...roger that -- my comrades in arms - i was just evalauting threat..you know perception deception anaylysis ya -- preemptive strike is scheduled -- I was expecting your call it's not like that -- no formalities -- this is our internal affairs -- and you know our manifesto -- I deal with this -- with real menace. Kaboom. Boom. Thanks, The Whirling Dervish..hey bazooka for a bug -- it's okay -- look into multi lingual footage too -- I find some flickers of you know not really consistent I mean transcrapcies -- ya -- vroom out -- say hi to Mister Brief History. Alright Field Marshal -- Novajo. A tribal variant for..lol lol
Revival of David Oilgy-ism.
Here's my Profiler-At-Work:
blinking in disbelief at me huh?
....Blink, blink!
Yep. Affirmative.
voyeuristic?
....Such a monotonous chant?
Yep. I'd have opted for something more you know subtle -- something trance-like -- fusion stuff you guys -- grooviest sveltest
crying woefully at?
Source code. Characters? Ad-Assassins. In a nutshell: Assassination of a copy writer and his team et cetra. Ya you got it -- on screen avators -- they're vogue and all -- but it's you -- ya -- or maybe there're for something else -- Direcors' chair? Electric chair! Serves you right. You Mister Blunder. Fiascos still happen. ya OMG that's not something miraculous -- not of course -- then what?
dancing with me, with a look of utter rapture on your face?
Me? Nope. Robert Redford-ish prodigial someone -- If I'd take the liberty of asserting vaguely or otherwise - even lighthearedly -- that the Shaman in me -- If I'd be that presumptuous -- But people like David Ogilvy could overcome their fear of flying for you -- then that means this girl is going places. She's not for Cable TV. Let's see -- if I'd invoke you on my VDO Wall Projector -- It's not OHP -- anyway, I call it: YouTube in sponsored mode. But it's some rules. It doesn't really flaunt it -- most of the times -- at least. See, one YouTube-brainchild with a goodwill forethought revolutionzied the way we do things now eh? That's you -- a funky anaology for real Yankee girl -- Where did you learn to do that eh? Miss hanky–panky. Miss Monkey Wrench -- Not looking for O that perpetual Mister Money-Crunch -- I'm going back to New York -- ya -- duh -- then what? This Weirdo -- 21st Century Avator of Vivekananda with Elbow Patches -- It's just a stint -- I wasn't here to you know change the destinies of pidgins no not penguins -- ya social security fraudsters -- Cashless Defaulters -- Julia Roberts and Mister Hinglish-Vinglish -- ya Imagine that on screen protagonist -- not phonetics -- male ya -- Girls like you -- Vogue girls -- Poster Girls -- I didn't listen to your soundbytes yet -- but most probably you're like Keira Knightly interacting -- chitchatting -- in a unpretentious -- no cues -- no teleprompters -- realtime -- ya this happened -- that guy is so real evil ya duh -- ya that book was my favorite -- I think you're like that -- you belong to Sundance. Not here. There're you're in a cocoon. Here's vultures circling. Spotted? Roger that. Media. Mainstream only not our papparazish allies -- would lynch us: vested interest in a cloak -- We'd always mobilize -- revival of Who We Are: Indians. This is envy. See through it. Hey, Predator #1 It's really scorching today ya -- ya then what -- by the way I hate this Miss Prod Guy -- He's like zapping our pride -- you think so -- ya then what? Psst. What? Look. She's coming. Nope. You can't swoop down like that. You just can't sweep anyone for that matter -- off his / her feet -- so fast. Ya. Be discreet. Smartypants. ya -- ya then what? OMG. Get sunglasses UV Ban -- See -- real my my O good heavens -- hey why where's it drizzling -- thunderstorm -- let's get outta here.
Trivia #1: The first evidence we have is in a letter written in 1758 by British General James Wolfe.
Trivia #2: Ever since then, a derisive and a respectable use of Yankee have existed side by side.
....You dance well!
Like if you're shelled like crazy -- bombarded -- carpet mind you with raunchy fire bombs napalms and all -- then there's this girl -- Hey, That's Betty -- Hey, That Veronica -- Hypothesize: I'm a real deviant okay -- I'm with this what do you call it you serve with it salted roasted cashews -- but I don't gawk at you -- the predator-ish streak in me conks out -- whizz bang -- I look for you on the Facebook -- but you aren't there -- it's not I was like going to write you some real melodramtic communiqué or something -- but I'm like -- flashbacks: I'm forty four years old now -- I was twenty something some zillions of years ago -- there's this girl -- and there's that girl -- pious face -- glow-in-the-dark emoticons on ceiling -- star gazer -- My nova -- same thing that saves zillions of us from reckless unfeeling no-remorse-we're-zero-to-terminal velocity speed -- in x number of seconds -- you're a pedestrian -- oh senior citizen huh -- kiddo -- you expect me and us to slowdown -- that like you asking us -- you vermin foot traffic -- you asking for trouble -- showdown huh -- prostrate to us -- we're your Gods behind this monster vehicles -- we didn't run you over -- yep wait -- for as long as you can -- then dart -- scared -- panting -- hunchedback old timers -- beggars -- destitues -- my car you see -- my bike -- hmm -- just gas you know fuel -- your life time pension huh -- then what?
yeah duh wink wink -- wriggle --
Revival of David Oilgy-ism.
Here's my Profiler-At-Work:
blinking in disbelief at me huh?
....Blink, blink!
Yep. Affirmative.
voyeuristic?
....Such a monotonous chant?
Yep. I'd have opted for something more you know subtle -- something trance-like -- fusion stuff you guys -- grooviest sveltest
crying woefully at?
Source code. Characters? Ad-Assassins. In a nutshell: Assassination of a copy writer and his team et cetra. Ya you got it -- on screen avators -- they're vogue and all -- but it's you -- ya -- or maybe there're for something else -- Direcors' chair? Electric chair! Serves you right. You Mister Blunder. Fiascos still happen. ya OMG that's not something miraculous -- not of course -- then what?
dancing with me, with a look of utter rapture on your face?
Me? Nope. Robert Redford-ish prodigial someone -- If I'd take the liberty of asserting vaguely or otherwise - even lighthearedly -- that the Shaman in me -- If I'd be that presumptuous -- But people like David Ogilvy could overcome their fear of flying for you -- then that means this girl is going places. She's not for Cable TV. Let's see -- if I'd invoke you on my VDO Wall Projector -- It's not OHP -- anyway, I call it: YouTube in sponsored mode. But it's some rules. It doesn't really flaunt it -- most of the times -- at least. See, one YouTube-brainchild with a goodwill forethought revolutionzied the way we do things now eh? That's you -- a funky anaology for real Yankee girl -- Where did you learn to do that eh? Miss hanky–panky. Miss Monkey Wrench -- Not looking for O that perpetual Mister Money-Crunch -- I'm going back to New York -- ya -- duh -- then what? This Weirdo -- 21st Century Avator of Vivekananda with Elbow Patches -- It's just a stint -- I wasn't here to you know change the destinies of pidgins no not penguins -- ya social security fraudsters -- Cashless Defaulters -- Julia Roberts and Mister Hinglish-Vinglish -- ya Imagine that on screen protagonist -- not phonetics -- male ya -- Girls like you -- Vogue girls -- Poster Girls -- I didn't listen to your soundbytes yet -- but most probably you're like Keira Knightly interacting -- chitchatting -- in a unpretentious -- no cues -- no teleprompters -- realtime -- ya this happened -- that guy is so real evil ya duh -- ya that book was my favorite -- I think you're like that -- you belong to Sundance. Not here. There're you're in a cocoon. Here's vultures circling. Spotted? Roger that. Media. Mainstream only not our papparazish allies -- would lynch us: vested interest in a cloak -- We'd always mobilize -- revival of Who We Are: Indians. This is envy. See through it. Hey, Predator #1 It's really scorching today ya -- ya then what -- by the way I hate this Miss Prod Guy -- He's like zapping our pride -- you think so -- ya then what? Psst. What? Look. She's coming. Nope. You can't swoop down like that. You just can't sweep anyone for that matter -- off his / her feet -- so fast. Ya. Be discreet. Smartypants. ya -- ya then what? OMG. Get sunglasses UV Ban -- See -- real my my O good heavens -- hey why where's it drizzling -- thunderstorm -- let's get outta here.
Trivia #1: The first evidence we have is in a letter written in 1758 by British General James Wolfe.
Trivia #2: Ever since then, a derisive and a respectable use of Yankee have existed side by side.
....You dance well!
Like if you're shelled like crazy -- bombarded -- carpet mind you with raunchy fire bombs napalms and all -- then there's this girl -- Hey, That's Betty -- Hey, That Veronica -- Hypothesize: I'm a real deviant okay -- I'm with this what do you call it you serve with it salted roasted cashews -- but I don't gawk at you -- the predator-ish streak in me conks out -- whizz bang -- I look for you on the Facebook -- but you aren't there -- it's not I was like going to write you some real melodramtic communiqué or something -- but I'm like -- flashbacks: I'm forty four years old now -- I was twenty something some zillions of years ago -- there's this girl -- and there's that girl -- pious face -- glow-in-the-dark emoticons on ceiling -- star gazer -- My nova -- same thing that saves zillions of us from reckless unfeeling no-remorse-we're-zero-to-terminal velocity speed -- in x number of seconds -- you're a pedestrian -- oh senior citizen huh -- kiddo -- you expect me and us to slowdown -- that like you asking us -- you vermin foot traffic -- you asking for trouble -- showdown huh -- prostrate to us -- we're your Gods behind this monster vehicles -- we didn't run you over -- yep wait -- for as long as you can -- then dart -- scared -- panting -- hunchedback old timers -- beggars -- destitues -- my car you see -- my bike -- hmm -- just gas you know fuel -- your life time pension huh -- then what?
yeah duh wink wink -- wriggle --
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