From outside of the conversation

There is a lot to garner from outside of the conversation, a birds eye view of other’s mutual condemnation. A volley of words on the playing field, you are a net on the sidelines, court-side seats catch the words that make details real. So pay attention when the batter’s up, capture the performance in your brains-cup, so when it’s your turn you can sip and look up, at the spectators looking down at you; from outside of the conversation.

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God save the green

There is one color of three primary, known to have meanings many. It is lucky, it is pukey sickness, it is safety, and also chlorophyll’s reaction to photosynthesis.

In the kingdom of Adam and Eve, God save the green.

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The button men

The button men, they turn the dials, adjusting liquid-levels’ control of toxic bile. Many seek to understand, though impossible, is comprehension of this plan – conceived not by mortal man. On human plane we stand, eyes gazing upwards, answers hang on stars edge, a chain tied to brethren’s pledge, we observe within our optics range, until the cycle begins again.

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Painting our fate

For years we hear there is a secret, that we can manifest specific requests, a larger life, impeccable breasts.

Fresh canvas makes a date with a clean palette adorned with gorgeous globs of fresh paint, next to a cup of brushes standing nearly straight. Years go by, the sad canvas sags, beside hardened mounds of pigment bound to the pallet’s plastic, brushes still standing proud. The key they said was to just wish and wait; the part they don’t tell you: we paint our own fate.

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Chances of winning

They say there’s a better chance of being struck by lightning than winning the lottery.

Read: You’re better off playing the lighting than the lottery.

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Resistance

Resistance is not the path to conductivity, it is the barrier.

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Holy grail code

Born wizards all mankind, from day one controlled with the made-up concept of time. Just one symbol on the wall, of us they mock, we are the coo-coo bird chasing the tic-tock. But no longer on the wall, they let us roam, device-clad, chained to ads on apps, turning the mindless into clones flying drones. In a digital world to encapsulate your soul, the discovery of freedom and salvation will be found in just a few lines of what will be known as the Holy Grail Code.

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Traveling the same route and saving time in your mind

Have you ever properly / consciously considered the reason why routes seem shorter the more you travel them. When we first travel a route, our brain computer is processing, logging and downloading both physical landmarks, olfactory & auditory data, and metaphysical elements such as our position in time / space along the route. Due to the stimulation of processing, logging and downloading this very large amount of data for the first time, the initial travel of the route is a high-latency / very conscious experience. On subsequent travels on this route, you are basically streaming with extremely low-latency because you have already downloaded / cached the heavy objects.

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It’s mostly artificial

It’s mostly artificial everything you see, my reality is artificial to you and yours is to me. Giant rain falls like metal bearing-balls, clouds are different and time seems strange. Fake news is breaking news, him hint hint – it arrives at opportune times, when they’re swarming the hives just insta-sing the blues. When ratings are low, they have the answer – just wheel out the sob story from a news anchor with cancer; sad to say if you feel bad, you’ve been had. So watch away while they scrub your brain with steel wool so you feel the pain, so next time you will refrain from not playing by the rules of the game. If you see a ship in the sky, do yourself a favor and save some time because it’s only real to you buddy.

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People we forget the most

Who are the people we forget the most when it comes time to put glasses up, they name not ever spoke. It’s hard to remember who you were, let alone your name and stated rank, a rant of clanking syllables. In time that’s past I do recall, strange ceremonies had in lots on mid-summer’s day – surprise, warm glare of sun-beam’s stare carries messages abound towards the ground.

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A plan

A plan is not what you’re doing today, but what today’s actions do for your tomorrow.

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Nothing ever almost

Nothing ever almost happened, zippers zipped or un, buttons either un or fastened. Cars will never almost crash, and birthday is hardly near a birthday bash, close but no cigar is a farce – if not lit, far from fire creating ash. So when you crash, hold a bash, or smoke a cigar – keep in mind that “almost” ambiguously is both, neither near or far.

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The final phase

One must be careful in the final phase in the journey to losing one’s ego. In this final phase you discover what an asshole you are and have been, The confidence of learning that you’re an asshole can be so powerful that you become an even bigger asshole until somebody points out that it’s great that you know you’re an asshole but what are you gonna do about it now that you know.

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When you know

When you know the time and space in the future it is easy to travel there and make preparations before your body gets there.

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No two people

No two people share the same media stream, or consumptions fingerprint / footprint.

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For you, not about you

Some people are immediately defensive and will attack another for words of love misconstrued and taken as an attack on their person. It is not their intention to attack, but the perception of being attacked activates a fight or flight scenario and they naturally fight to protect whatever it is that they are afraid of being exposed about themselves. The vicious cycle will continue at each instance of the empath attempting to “reason at the root” with the apath, with only one way to stop the cycle, heal the connection and move forward. You must explain that you are not saying anything critical of them, you are only providing information for them, not about them.

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Blackhole’s are digital

What is in a blackhole? Code – lots of code that we can’t figure out. What is a hackers / white-hat conference? Hackers getting together to decider the code within blackholes. Blackholes are cavernous repositories of foreign-to-us code.

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The cup with a chipped rim

You may have a favorite glass, but like a dog, it will have it’s day so throw it out before its too late. A chipped cup will eventually lead to a lip-cut.

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From the inside

From the inside, you control the curtain – be weary of the person outside who believes they are inside controlling the curtain. It’s easy to know who the crazy one is – just ask yourself, are you inside or outside?

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“I love you” and what happens to the eraser?

Everyone loves a good eraser, but the so-called laws of thermodynamics…or, well, cause and effect – no matter what you’re erasing, you are either polluting, eroding and / or corroding the material being used to erase-away the past mistake. A simple concept, to remove graphite from paper with a rubber, simple to replace when worn away – you’ll just buy another. Another concept not as simple, this is using “I love you” as the material to erase relation’s mistakes, remember cause and effect – one thing cleaned by an eraser wears the other away.

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Sounds of music

The sounds of music tickle my soul, frequency absorbed by my skin from the time of first note’s burst it creates a thirst. A chain of waves, a torch carried by alternating octaves; slow race through a finite maze; four minutes and twenty-seven seconds trapped in time. Pictures form, continuously born, melody performs on mind’s center stage. Crisp as it is, as clear as a million tiny pins, music is my true love – oh yes, listen to the story, the poetry of life contained within.

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